UnderwoodsC. Scribner's sons, 1895 - 137 pages |
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Page xxi - 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 the sea, And the hunter home from the hill.
Page xxxii - THE bed was made, the room was fit, By punctual eve the stars were lit; The air was still, the water ran, No need was there for maid or man, When we put up, my ass and I, At God's green caravanserai.
Page 55 - And as the fervent smith of yore Beat out the glowing blade, Nor wielded in the front of war The weapons that he made, But in the tower at home still plied his ringing trade; So like a sword the son shall roam On nobler missions sent; And as the smith remained at home In peaceful turret pent, So sits the while at home the mother well content.
Page 12 - A VISIT FROM THE SEA FAR from the loud sea beaches Where he goes fishing and crying, Here in the inland garden Why is the sea-gull flying ? Here are no fish to dive for; Here is the corn and lea ; Here are the green trees rustling. Hie away home to sea! Fresh is the river water And quiet among the rushes; This is no home for the sea-gull But for the rooks and thrushes.
Page 49 - ... climber in the rocks; To him, the shepherd folds his flocks. For those he loves that underprop With daily virtues Heaven's top, And bear the falling sky with ease, Unfrowning caryatides. Those he approves that ply the trade, That rock the child, that wed the maid, That with weak virtues, weaker hands, Sow gladness on the peopled lands, And still with laughter, song and shout, Spin the great wheel of earth about.
Page 7 - IT is the season now to go About the country high and low, Among the lilacs hand in hand, And two by two in fairy land.
Page 2 - The gauger walked with willing foot, And aye the gauger played the flute; And what should Master Gauger play But OVER THE HILLS AND FAR AWAY? Whene'er I buckle on my pack And foot it gaily in the track, 0 pleasant gauger, long since dead, 1 hear you fluting on ahead. You go with me the self-same way The self-same air for me you play; For I do think and so do you It is the tune to travel to. For who would gravely set his face To go to this or t'other place?
Page v - There are men and classes of men that stand above the common herd: the soldier, the sailor and the shepherd not infrequently; the artist rarely; rarelier still, the clergyman; the physician almost as a rule.
Page 73 - Dwells in perpetual control, And I but think and speak and do As my dead fathers move me to : — If this born body of my bones The beggared soul so barely owns, What money passed from hand to hand, What creeping custom of the land, What deed of author or assign, Can make a house a thing of mine...
Page 3 - For who would gravely set his face To go to this or t'other place ? There's nothing under heav'n so blue That's fairly worth the travelling to. On every hand the roads begin, And people walk with zeal therein ; But wheresoe'er the highways tend, Be sure there's nothing at the end. A SONG OF THE ROAD Then follow you, wherever hie The travelling mountains of the sky.