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The Humbler Poets: A Collection of Newspaper and Periodical Verse, 1885-1910
Wallace and Frances Rice
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ain't Angelina Johnson Anonymous beauty beneath bird bless bloom blow blue cheer Christmas chuff Clinton Scollard cried dark David Stearns dead dear death deep dream earth Edmund Vance Cooke Edward Cracroft Lefroy Ernest Dowson eyes face fair feet fight flowers George Ade girl glad gleam glory glow God's gold golden gone grief grow hand hear heart Heaven hope John Davidson John Lancaster Spalding kiss land laughed life's light lips living long ago long watch look Lord Michael Field Miserere morning mother neath never night o'er pass play rest rose sail shadows shining sigh sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul stars sweet tears tell thee There's things thou thought to-day toil tree twilight voice wait Wallace Rice wave weary William Canton wind
Page 151 - Beneath whose awful Hand we hold Dominion over palm and pine — Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet Lest we forget — lest we forget ! The tumult and the shouting dies — The Captains and the Kings departStill stands Thine ancient Sacrifice.
Page 235 - MASTER of human destinies am I! Fame, love, and fortune on my footsteps wait. Cities and fields I walk; I penetrate Deserts and seas remote, and passing by Hovel and mart and palace — soon or late I knock unbidden once at every gate! If sleeping, wake — if feasting, rise before I turn away. It is the hour of fate, . And they who follow me reach every state Mortals desire, and conquer every foe...
Page 253 - They are not long, the weeping and the laughter, Love and desire and hate: I think they have no portion in us after We pass the gate. They are not long, the days of wine and roses: Out of a misty dream Our path emerges for a while, then closes Within a dream.
Page 192 - SUNSET and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho...
Page 239 - God's plans like lilies pure and white unfold ; We must not tear the close-shut leaves apart, — Time will reveal the chalices of gold.
Page 394 - If I should die to-night, And you should come in deepest grief and woe — And say : " Here's that ten dollars that I owe," I might arise in my large white cravat And say, "What's that?
Page 253 - Passed me by on the road; All in the April evening I thought on the Lamb of God. The lambs were weary, and crying With a weak human cry, I thought on the Lamb of God Going meekly to die.
Page 12 - Kissed, and sweet, and Thy prayers said? Thou canst not have forgotten all That it feels like to be small: And Thou know'st I cannot pray To Thee in my father's way — When Thou wast so little, say, Could'st Thou talk Thy Father's way?— So, a little Child, come down And hear a child's tongue like Thy own; Take me by the hand and walk, And listen to my baby-talk. To Thy Father show my prayer (He will look, Thou art so fair), And say: "O Father, I, Thy Son, Bring the prayer of a little one.
Page 214 - If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching, Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin Unto his nest again, I shall not live in vain.
Page 417 - Nothing to do but work, Nothing to eat but food, Nothing to wear but clothes To keep one from going nude. Nothing to breathe but air, Quick as a flash 'tis gone; Nowhere to fall but off, Nowhere to stand but on. Nothing to comb but hair, Nowhere to sleep but in bed, Nothing to weep but tears, Nothing to bury but dead. Nothing to sing but songs, Ah, well, alas! alack! Nowhere to go but out, Nowhere to come but back. Nothing to...