PoemsRiverside Press, 1913 - 272 σελίδες |
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art thou AZRA beauty blaze blessing blood bloom blue boys come home brave bright burst Carabanchel clouds Comanche crown curse dawn dead dear death DISTICHS DREAM OF BRIC-A-BRAC earth ERNST OF EDELSHEIM eyes face fair feet fire flash forever GILGAL girl gleam gloom glory God's GOLDEN CALF GOLYER grace hands happy heart heaven heerd hill Kilvani King kiss laughed Leviticus light lips lives Lord love's Memento mori MILES KEOGH'S HORSE MOUNT TABOR netsukes never night o'er pain pale passed Phinn PHYLACTERY PIKE COUNTY PITZ LANGUARD prairie pray prayer rapture ring rose Saladin scorn Seventh Cavalry shade shadow shame shine shrill skies sleep smile song soul SPAIN Sphinx SPUNKY POINT stars summer sweet swift sword tears TEMPLE thar thee thing thou thought truth TUILERIES twilight voice warm waves wild young youth
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Σελίδα 10 - Natchez-under-the-Hill And another one here in Pike ; A keerless man in his talk was Jim, And an awkward hand in a row, But he never flunked, and he never lied : I reckon he never knowed how. And this was all the religion he had — To treat his engine well, Never be passed on the river, To mind the pilot's bell ; And if ever the Prairie Belle took fire, A thousand times he swore He'd hold her nozzle agin the bank Till the last soul got ashore. All boats has their day on the Mississip, And her day...
Σελίδα 71 - ... the royal tongue, As the King on his couch reclined ; In succession they thumped his august chest,. But no trace of disease could find. The old sage said,
Σελίδα 12 - ... cussedness, And knowed he would keep his word. And, sure's you're born, they all got off Afore the smoke-stacks fell, — And Bludso's ghost went up alone In the smoke of the Prairie Belle. He weren't no saint, — but at jedgment I'd run my chance with Jim, 'Longside of some pious gentlemen That wouldn't shook hands with him. He seen his duty, a dead-sure thing, — And went for it thar and then ; And Christ ain'ta going to be too hard On a man that died for men. JOHN HAY LITTLE BREECHES I DON'T...
Σελίδα 16 - Breeches and chirped, As peart as ever you see, " I want a chaw of terbacker, And that's what's the matter of me." How did he git thar? Angels. He could never have walked in that storm. They jest scooped down and toted him To whar it was safe and warm. And I think that saving a little child, And fetching him to his own, Is a derned sight better business Than loafing around The Throne.
Σελίδα 19 - Than he'll find in Illanoy. Why, blame your hearts, jest hear me! You know that ungodly day When our left struck Vicksburg Heights, how ripped And torn and tattered we lay. When the rest retreated I stayed behind, Fur reasons sufficient to me, — With a rib caved in, and a leg on a strike, I sprawled on that cursed glacee.
Σελίδα 268 - LUCK is the gayest of all gay girls, Long in one place she will not stay, Back from your brow she strokes the curls, Kisses you quick and flies away. But Madame Bad Luck soberly comes And stays, — no fancy has she for flitting, — Snatches of true love-songs she hums, And sits by your bed, and brings her knitting.
Σελίδα 72 - At last as they came to a village gate, A beggar lay whistling there; He whistled and sang and laughed and rolled On the grass in the soft June air. The weary couriers paused and looked At the scamp so blithe and gay; And one of them said, "Heaven save you, friend! You seem to be happy to-day.
Σελίδα 77 - The brazen gates ground sullenly ajar, And upward, joyous, like a rising star, She rose and vanished in the ether far. But soon adown the dying sunset sailing, And like a wounded bird her pinions trailing, She fluttered back, with broken-hearted wailing. She...
Σελίδα 15 - That he said was somewhar thar. We found it at last, and a little shed Where they shut up the lambs at night We looked in and seen them huddled thar, So warm and sleepy and white; And thar sot Little Breeches and chirped, As peart as ever you see, " I want a chaw of terbacker, And that's what's the matter of me.
Σελίδα 173 - ... their cheer will ring the loudest When the boys come home. The full ranks will be shattered, And the bright arms will be battered, And the battle-standards tattered, When the boys come home. Their bayonets may be rusty, When the boys come home, And their uniforms dusty, When the boys come home. But all shall see the traces Of battle's royal graces, In the brown and bearded faces, When the boys come home.