Poems: By David Barker, with Historical Sketch by Hon. John E. GodfreyPress of S. S. Smith & Son, 1876 - 232 σελίδες |
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11th of Maine ain't all dead Almira Almira Grant angel beside the river bliss Bradbury boys breast breath bridge that passes brother Cale McCluer cold D'ye mind dark bridge dear Lew death dreamed Edward Fox empty sleeve eyes Fannie Ward fear feel fight fools ain't Gaunt and grim girl grim beside heart heaven hell Hill hope hour HUGH DE PAYEN James Henry Carleton John Brown John Warner's Kenduskeag land laughing Leather French life's light lips live Mary Meduxnekeag meet middle passage mortal mother neath never night o'er old folks orphan Pacific Lodge pious poor prayer rhyme Robert Gray round sentry standing Shubael Grant side Sign of Distress skies song sorrow soul spirit Stand firm standing ever Gaunt storm stormy river tear tell Templars tenor drum There's thing thro told trace Of love Twas Warner's not dead wife Willey word
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Σελίδα 95 - For time at last sets all things even — And if we do but watch the hour, There never yet was human power Which could evade, if unforgiven, The patient search and vigil long Of him who treasures up a wrong.
Σελίδα 90 - Oh ! ever thus, from childhood's hour, I've seen my fondest hopes decay ; I never loved a tree or flower, But 'twas the first to fade away. I never nursed a dear gazelle, To glad me with its soft black eye, • But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die...
Σελίδα 37 - The heights by great men reached and kept Were not attained by sudden flight, But they, while their companions slept. Were toiling upward in the night.
Σελίδα 103 - The under dog in the fight. I know that the world — that the great big world — Will never a moment stop To see which dog may be in fault, But will shout for the dog on top. But for me — I never shall pause to ask Which dog may be in the right ; For my heart will beat, while it beats at all, For the under dog in the fight.
Σελίδα 166 - N the quarries should you toil, Make your mark ; Do you delve upon the soil, Make your mark ; In whatever path you go. In whatever place you stand, Moving swift or moving slow, With a firm and honest hand Make your mark. Should opponents hedge your...
Σελίδα ix - One night, as old Saint Peter slept, He left the door of Heaven ajar, When through a little angel crept And came down with a falling star. One summer, as the blessed beams Of morn approached, my blushing bride Awakened from some pleasing dreams And found that angel by her side. God grant but this, I ask no more, That when he leaves this world of sin, He'll wing his way to that bright shore And find the door of Heaven again.
Σελίδα 167 - Peasant's garbs may warm the cold, Peasant's words may calm a fear, Better far than hording gold Is the drying of a tear, Make your mark. Life is fleeting as a shade, Make your mark, Marks of some kind must be made, Make your mark, Make it while the arm is strong, In the golden hours of youth, ° Never, never make it wrong, Make it with the stamp of truth Make your mark. "PIOUS LIKE HELL.
Σελίδα 104 - Twas a night only lit by a meteor's gleam ; 'Twas a night, of that night I distinctly remember, That my soul journeyed forth on the wings of a dream: That dream found me happy, 'by tried friends surrounded. Enjoying with rapture the comforts of wealth; My cup overflowing with blessings unbounded, My heart fully charged from the fountains of health. That dream left me wretched, by friendship forsaken, Dejected, despairing, and...
Σελίδα 103 - I know that this world — that the great big world — From the peasant up to the king, Has a different tale from the tale I tell, And a different song to sing. But for me, and I care not a single fig If they say I am wrong or I'm right; I shall always go in for the weaker dog, The under dog in the fight.
Σελίδα 174 - Nerve the arm and raise the hand, Fling the outer garments by, With a dauntless courage stand, Shouting forth the battle cry, Try again! Is your spirit bowed by grief, Rally quick, for life is brief; Every saint in yonder sphere, Borne through tribulation here. Whispers in the anxious ear Of each mortal in despair, Try again! What though stricken to the earth, Up, man, as from...