Balder the Poet and Other VersesG. P. Putnam's sons, 1894 - 97 pages |
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answer Balder bard Battle beauty Belinda blessed cried dare dear despite Dieth doctor Donald dost thou Doth Love doth my heart doubt faith fellow fickle flout fond fool forever of love Fortune decides G. P. PUTNAM'S SONS gentle thoughts GEORGE HERBERT STOCKBRIDGE gits glance God of Battle grace hand-touch hath hear Heaven hold honest honor thee hope kiss Knickerbocker Press laughter Laura let me follow likened his heart live Love and Duty Love's lovers Lures Lust lyre Master minstrel Morning Naught Order and peace pardon passion play Poems poet poet's praise Pray race repent says sense Sighing sings Sleep and rest smiling song sorrow soul star Strike deeper sweet tale tell things thou didst thou hast thou shalt Thou wert thrill Thy throne tide Titanical to-day to-morrow touch true trust truth unuttered Waldemar warm wise wondrous
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Page 77 - t is so I ask it thee ; Thy sturdy blows For reason against cant In followers of every " opathy " All the world knows (All save MD). Now when, for various ills, I take my pills Or squills, Or ipecac, or gall, I know 't is thou hast made my dose so small, Not doubting Nature will perform her share The breaches to repair. That thou art learned in the lore Of thy profession I make thee full confession. Only, when questioned by MD , I quite forgot, In ray confusions, Thy " Homeopathy And Like Delusions...
Page 76 - IA mind-cure fanatic," says MD •• Excuse me. If you please, I '11 none of him." With that, you see, He left me blinking; And now, here seated In my study at my ease, I'm quietly thinking. Pray, doctor, answer me a word ; Shakespeare and Keats, 't is true, Are thy familiars. Hast thou haply heard, — Pardon the question, — of one Dr. Tait? Canst thou expatiate On Dr. Lister's antiseptics? Or prate of blisters and the skeptics, — The modern crew Who hold the modern view? Thy honest pardon...
Page 75 - A Quandary DO NOT know your Doctor Holmes; What has he published? " asks my friend, MD "What is his specialty ?" "Ah, yes, of course," say I, " Most surely, why, He 's written tomes and tomes On Snakes — and Teas — and Breakfasts, — don't you know ? " " Oh ! " says my friend, " Yes, Oh ! No doubt some dietetic treatises, With alcohol for target. These it is.
Page 11 - Never yet was merrier maiden ; Laughter touched with no regret ; Lip and eye with laughter laden. Suddenly she left her place, Past them all her steps betaking ; In her palms she hid her face, — Sobbed as if her heart were breaking.
Page 72 - That mock this vain and fleeting rhyme. The days when candid Science comes To share — no more — the people's creed ; When better men and better homes And better worship shall succeed. For them that were and them that are, Great soul, we hail and honor thee ; Aye, and for them more blessed far, The mighty millions yet to be.
Page 69 - ... thou didst not understand, And what thou didst, we honor thee. A new-born Cadmus, to a new And greater Thebes what gavest thou ? Life, people, letters, — heroes, too, — All (save a name) we cherish now. The fecund earth by thee conceived And bore full many a lusty son, And Time's...
Page 71 - ... puny rivalry. Thy witness is this daring race, True, valiant, loyal sons of thee, Who share the grimness of thy face, Thy fury of discovery. So Franklin, with his thongs of steel, Curbed Jove's mad charger to his hand ; The sad-eyed Lincoln at the wheel So steered the Ship of State to land.
Page 67 - Still dauntless on the untravelled main, What rebel doubts they wrought to still ! What fierce, wild passions to restrain ! Whether to empty, wide-mawed space Thy ships were steered, or peopled all With hot-breathed dragons, or a race Of demons, naught could thee appall. What...
Page 12 - Each on each a glance bestowing ; O that wise men are so few ! Ah, that maids should be so knowing ! One, a stranger, whispered low : " Some, not all, I can discover.
Page 80 - ... theories of good John Brown — Thy prototype in Scottish garb — On dogs and human fry. Pray, in thy list of volumes medical, Which dost thou most take down ? Which most attracts thine eye ? How rank'st thou " Marjorie " ? And how dear " Rab " ? In one word, understand, Lie they not dogs-eared on...