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Common terms and phrasesALFRED NOYES beauty beneath Black rain blaze blood BOOK OF PRINCETON Boss breath breeze bright Brother Bubble-Blower Caribbean Sea clouds cried dance Daughter dawn dead deep divine dreams drum dusk earth echoes Edmund Wilson eyes face feet fire flame flowers forget Francis Charles MacDonald Galataea Glauce gleams gods gold golden grass gray Hamilton Fish Armstrong hang Harrington Green hear heard heart heaven Heinrich von Ofterdingen Herbert Jones hills Hippogriffs hour Hurry-Folk Iphigeneia Isidor Kaufman John Peale Bishop Kingston know pain light lips live Lord Missis never night o'er pale play prayer psalteries rain rose Salem water shining shore silent sing Sir Richard Steele skies sleep Solomon song soul sound splendor stars stir stream sweet thee Thine things thou thought thrills towers town trees Tyche waves whisper wind wine wings young youth Popular passageshave been told," writes a friend of "Dick" Steele, "that he retained his cheerful sweetness to the last; and that he would often be carried out in a summer's evening, when the country lads and lasses were assembled at their rural sports, and, with his pencil, give an order on his agent for a new gown for the best Page 62 But heedless, reckless, children at play, Straying, we have a little lost our way, Nor see as yet the darkness folding in: Aye—for in the end, sore torn and bruised, we, Like long-lost children, will return to Thee; Like coast-born children weary for the sea. And then:— Page xii should we hope for quietude or peace, Where learning lives and human souls find birth? Our town is dark with struggle; fierce and sweet We catch the echoing of eager cries, As generations press along the street, Young and half-seeing with bewildered eyes. Page 178 Prisoned in cadenced sound; And many a jewel brought From hearted caves profound; And yet in all I've sought Something I have not found. —John Peale Bishop. Cold toadstools under moist moons growing Push up between rain-rusted leaves And rank wet growths which August eves Vex, when Page 18 Black with the blackness of bruised blood, Rose-purple, like a feverish bud Filled with unhappy brightness, Where the sharp winds bite hard like flame; They rise as though some poisonous name By demons spoken under earth Had set them there with smiles of sterile mirth. —John Page 20 passed, And opened there Pale, chary, rare, Her humbler beauty and her tenderer sway Of light. O dream Of God! The two clouds seem The entrance now to high estate, And bar, be sure, the way to the straight gate. We may not pass: But here we may amass Glories; and we may gather here Page 129 Cold toadstools under moist moons growing Push up between rain-rusted leaves And rank wet growths which August eves Vex, when dull winds blowing Bring clouds of thin vibrating wings, In damp dusk woods where morning Page 19 Seek not to number friend and friend, Nor let their names by rote be said, Lest ere thou comest to the end He whom thou lovest most be dead. . . I sat me down to muse and count Those whom the gods had granted me: Writing his name I paused,—the fount Of friendship's self he seemed to be. Page 122 Because I doubted friend and cause and God, Proved false to all, lest they prove false to me, By gazing at the sole star I could see I walked erect the road I had to plod. Men would have laughed, no doubt, and found it odd, Had they known how Page 179 valiant lover Of Princeton! Hear her name All through the breathless Big struggles of the game! . . . Now he is deathless. It was but yesterday He met with sorrow: A bitter game to play Through a long morrow: No thousand friends to go Mad with their cheering; But surely praises flow Page 119 Other editions
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