In BohemiaPilot Publishing Company, 1886 - 97 páginas |
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Página 45 - I am tired of planning and toiling In the crowded hives of men, Heart-weary of building and spoiling, And spoiling and building again, And I long for the dear old river, Where I dreamed my youth away; For a dreamer lives forever, And a toiler dies in a day.
Página 33 - Trapper died — our hero — and we grieved; In every heart in camp the sorrow stirred. " His soul was red ! " the Indian cried, bereaved ; "A white man, he!" the grim old Yankee's word. So, brief and strong, each mourner gave his best, — How kind he was, how brave, how keen to track; And as we laid him by the pines to rest, A negro spoke, with tears : " His heart was black !
Página 28 - Leveling what we raised in haste ; Doing what must be undone Ere content or love be won. First across the gulf we cast Kite-borne threads, till lines are passed, And habit builds the bridge at last ! — JOHN BOYLE O'REILLY.
Página 48 - But we — O sun, that of old was our god, we look in thy face to-day, As our Druids who prayed in the ancient time, and with them we proudly say : "We have wronged no race, we have robbed no land, we have never oppressed the weak ! " And this in the face of Heaven is the nobler thing to speak.
Página 24 - WHITE ROSE THE red rose whispers of passion, And the white rose breathes of love; Oh, the red rose is a falcon, And the white rose is a dove. But I send you a cream white rosebud With a flush on its petal tips; For the love that is purest and sweetest Has a kiss of desire on the lips.
Página 41 - ENSIGN EPPS, at the battle of Flanders, Sowed a seed of glory and duty, That flowers and flames in height and beauty Like a crimson lily with heart of gold, To-day, when the wars of Ghent are old, And buried as deep as their dead commanders. Ensign Epps was the color-bearer — No matter on which side, Philip or Earl ; Their cause was the shell — his deed was the pearl. Scarce more than a lad, he had been a sharer That day in the wildest work of the field. He was wounded and spent, and the fight...
Página 46 - I would go where the children play; For a dreamer lives forever, And a thinker dies in a day. . I can feel no pride, but pity For the burdens the rich endure; There is nothing sweet in the city But the patient lives of the poor. Oh, the little hands too skillful. And the child-mind choked with weeds!
Página 67 - He must taste for himself the forbidden springs, He can never take warning from old-fashioned things ; He must fight as a boy, he must drink as a youth, He must kiss, he must love, he must swear to the truth Of the friend of his soul, he must laugh to scorn The hint of deceit in a woman's eyes That are clear as the wells of Paradise. And so he goes on, till the world grows old, Till his tongue has grown cautious, his heart has grown cold, Till the smile leaves his mouth, and the ring leaves his laugh,...
Página 87 - O'er fields of carnage leading his command ! He speaks to crowded faces — round him surge Thousands and millions of excited men; He hears them cheer — sees some vast light emerge — Is borne as on a tempest — then — ah, then, The fancies fade, the fever's work is past; A deepened pang, then recollection's thrill ; He feels the faithful lips that kiss their last, His heart beats once in answer, and is still! The curtain falls: but hushed, as if afraid, The people wait, tear-stained, with...
Página 84 - ONCE in a lifetime, we may see the veil Tremble and lift, that hides symbolic things; The Spirit's vision, when the senses fail. Sweeps the weird meaning that the outlook brings. Deep in the midst of turmoil, it may be — A crowded street, a forum, or a field, — The soul inverts the telescope to see To-day's events in future's years revealed.