Verse for Patriots: To Encourage Good CitizenshipJ.B. Lippincott, 1919 - 367 pagini |
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Pagina 17
... sound of twenty that re - echoes in the roofs , Low of crest and dull of coat , wan and wild of eye , Through our English village the Canadians go by . Shying at a passing cart , swerving from a car , Tossing up an anxious head to ...
... sound of twenty that re - echoes in the roofs , Low of crest and dull of coat , wan and wild of eye , Through our English village the Canadians go by . Shying at a passing cart , swerving from a car , Tossing up an anxious head to ...
Pagina 28
... sound ; But , oh , I'm afraid , afraid . " " They've told me the truth , Young Fellow My Lad ; You'll never come back again : ( Oh God ! the dreams and the dreams I've had , And the hopes I've nursed in vain ! ) For you passed in the ...
... sound ; But , oh , I'm afraid , afraid . " " They've told me the truth , Young Fellow My Lad ; You'll never come back again : ( Oh God ! the dreams and the dreams I've had , And the hopes I've nursed in vain ! ) For you passed in the ...
Pagina 67
... thou in charge this day ! " So he spake , and , speaking , sheathed The good sword by his side , And , with his harness on his back , Plunged headlong in the tide . No sound of joy or sorrow Was heard from either ( 67 ) HEROES.
... thou in charge this day ! " So he spake , and , speaking , sheathed The good sword by his side , And , with his harness on his back , Plunged headlong in the tide . No sound of joy or sorrow Was heard from either ( 67 ) HEROES.
Pagina 68
To Encourage Good Citizenship Jean Broadhurst. No sound of joy or sorrow Was heard from either bank , But friends and foes in dumb surprise , With parted lips and straining eyes , Stood gazing where he sank ; And when above the surges ...
To Encourage Good Citizenship Jean Broadhurst. No sound of joy or sorrow Was heard from either bank , But friends and foes in dumb surprise , With parted lips and straining eyes , Stood gazing where he sank ; And when above the surges ...
Pagina 69
... ship In Nombre Dios Bay . " The scent of the foreign flowers Came floating all around ; ' But I'd give my soul for the smell o ' the pitch , ' Says he , in Plymouth Sound . " What shall I do , ' says he , ( 69 ) HEROES.
... ship In Nombre Dios Bay . " The scent of the foreign flowers Came floating all around ; ' But I'd give my soul for the smell o ' the pitch , ' Says he , in Plymouth Sound . " What shall I do , ' says he , ( 69 ) HEROES.
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ALFRED NOYES Amelia Josephine Burr arms banner battle BERTON BRALEY blood blow blue Bonny Dundee boys brave breath cannon cheer CLINTON SCOLLARD cried dawn dead dear death deeds DORAN COMPANY dream drum dying earth England English eyes fame fell Fellow My Lad fight fire flame flowers fought France Freedom gallant GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY gray guns hame hand hath hear heart heaven HENRY hero hill holy honor Houghton Mifflin Hurrah JOHN OXENHAM King land Liberty light live Lord Maple Leaf forever marching never night noble o'er Old Glory peace permission Plymouth Hoe POEMS rendezvous with Death roar rode round sail SCRIBNER'S MAGAZINE ships shout sing slaves sleep smile soldier song sons soul special arrangement spirit stand stars sweet sword Tarras Water thee There's thou to-day true trumpets waves wind
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Pagina 183 - We thought as we hollowed his narrow bed And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow ! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him, — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Pagina 301 - Who, doomed to go in company with Pain, And Fear, and Bloodshed, miserable train! Turns his necessity to glorious gain; In face of these doth exercise a power Which is our human nature's highest dower; Controls them and subdues, transmutes, bereaves Of their bad influence, and their good receives...
Pagina 283 - For I dipt into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the Vision of the world, and .all the wonder that would be; Saw the heavens fill with commerce, argosies of magic sails, Pilots of the purple twilight, dropping down with costly bales; Heard the heavens fill with shouting, and there rain'da ghastly dew From the nations...
Pagina 76 - WHENE'ER a noble deed is wrought, Whene'er is spoken a noble thought Our hearts, in glad surprise, To higher levels rise. The tidal wave of deeper souls Into our inmost being rolls, And lifts us unawares Out of all meaner cares.
Pagina 265 - When Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there. She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then from his mansion in the sun She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land.
Pagina 145 - Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of death Rode the six hundred. "Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns!
Pagina 271 - They are slaves who fear to speak For the fallen and the weak ; They are slaves who will not choose Hatred, scoffing, and abuse, Rather than in silence shrink From the truth they needs must think ; They are slaves who dare not be In the right with two or three.
Pagina 194 - Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword. His truth is marching on.
Pagina 64 - But with a crash like thunder Fell every loosened beam, And like a dam, the mighty wreck Lay right athwart the stream ; And a long shout of triumph Rose from the walls of Rome, As to the highest turret-tops Was splashed the yellow foam.
Pagina 123 - And if my standard-bearer fall, as fall full well he may, For never saw I promise yet of such a bloody fray, Press where ye see my white plume shine, amidst the ranks of war, And be your oriflamme to-day the helmet of Navarre.