Songs of MenHoughton Mifflin, 1918 - 173 pagine |
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Adventuring ain't Anna Hempstead Branch Barry begins to stir beneath Berton Braley blow blue Bohemia breath broken of dancing bronco Cheer damn dare dawn dead already deep dream drink dust earth eyes face Falernian wine fame feet fight give glory goes gold golden river gray green hand Hastings Mill hear heart hell Henry Herbert hill horse Hurrah John Masefield Langdon Smith Larry laugh light little fires live lonely Marjory Pickthall never night o'er Odell Shepard play pony praise rain rendezvous with Death ride road to Vagabondia round the Horn sail sap begins Shipmate ships shore silver silver winds sing skies sleep song soul stars sunset sweet thee There's things Thomas Fleming thou thunder tide to-day town trail Wa'l walk wandering weary wind wine Yo-ho-ho
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Pagina 125 - OUT of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Pagina 82 - REQUIEM UNDER the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be; Home is the sailor, home from sea, And the hunter home from the hill.
Pagina 106 - There's a breathless hush in the Close to-night — Ten to make and the match to win — A bumping pitch and a blinding light, An hour to play and the last man in. And it's not for the sake of a ribboned coat, Or the selfish hope of a season's fame, But his Captain's hand on his shoulder smote — '- > '• ' ' Play up ! play up ! and play the game...
Pagina 124 - I have a rendezvous with Death At some disputed barricade, When Spring comes back with rustling shade And apple-blossoms fill the air — I have a rendezvous with Death When Spring brings back blue days and fair.
Pagina 125 - Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds and shall find me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate : I am the captain of my soul.
Pagina 164 - He scarce had need to doff his pride or slough the dross of Earth — E'en as he trod that day to God so walked he from his birth, In simpleness and gentleness and honour and clean mirth. So cup to lip in fellowship they gave him welcome high And made him place at the banquet board — the Strong Men ranged thereby, Who had done his work and held his peace and had no fear to die.
Pagina 43 - 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.
Pagina 139 - I AM fevered with the sunset, I am fretful with the bay, For the wander-thirst is on me And my soul is in Cathay. There's a schooner in the offing, With her topsails shot with fire, And my heart has gone aboard her For the Islands of Desire.
Pagina 108 - Tis here the revival lies; A cup to the dead already — Hurrah for the next that dies!
Pagina 124 - twere better to be deep Pillowed in silk and scented down, Where love throbs out in blissful sleep, Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath, Where hushed awakenings are dear. . . . But I've a rendezvous with Death At midnight in some flaming town, When Spring trips north again this year, And I to my pledged word am true, I shall not fail that rendezvous.