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... pain , And she raised the cooling water to his parching lips again . Whispered low the dying soldier , pressed her hand and faintly smiled : Was that pitying face his mother's ? did she watch beside her child ? All his stranger words ...
... pain , And she raised the cooling water to his parching lips again . Whispered low the dying soldier , pressed her hand and faintly smiled : Was that pitying face his mother's ? did she watch beside her child ? All his stranger words ...
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... gold . " Here the dying wail of Famine , There the battle's groan of pain ; And , in silence , smooth - faced Mammon Reaping men like grain . " Where is God , that we should fear Him WHAT THE VOICE SAID . 35 What the Voice said.
... gold . " Here the dying wail of Famine , There the battle's groan of pain ; And , in silence , smooth - faced Mammon Reaping men like grain . " Where is God , that we should fear Him WHAT THE VOICE SAID . 35 What the Voice said.
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... Pain and Care ! I take Mine ease to - day ; Here where these sunny waters break , And ripples this keen breeze , I shake All burdens from the heart , all weary thoughts away . I draw a freer breath - I seem Like all I see- Waves in the ...
... Pain and Care ! I take Mine ease to - day ; Here where these sunny waters break , And ripples this keen breeze , I shake All burdens from the heart , all weary thoughts away . I draw a freer breath - I seem Like all I see- Waves in the ...
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... pain , Man of the millions , thou art lost too soon Portents at which the bravest stand aghast- The birth - throes of a Future , strange and vast , Alarm the land ; yet thou , so wise and strong , Suddenly summoned to the burial bed ...
... pain , Man of the millions , thou art lost too soon Portents at which the bravest stand aghast- The birth - throes of a Future , strange and vast , Alarm the land ; yet thou , so wise and strong , Suddenly summoned to the burial bed ...
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... pain and weariness , which here Summoned the sigh or wrung the tear , The same as when , two summers back , Beside our childhood's Merrimack , I saw thy dark eye wander o'er Stream , sunny upland , rocky shore , And heard thy low , soft ...
... pain and weariness , which here Summoned the sigh or wrung the tear , The same as when , two summers back , Beside our childhood's Merrimack , I saw thy dark eye wander o'er Stream , sunny upland , rocky shore , And heard thy low , soft ...
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Página 232 - Live and laugh, as boyhood can! Though the flinty slopes be hard, Stubble-speared the new-mown sward, Every morn shall lead thee through Fresh baptisms of the dew ; Every evening from thy feet Shall the cool wind kiss the heat: All too soon these feet must hide In the prison cells of pride, Lose the freedom of the sod, Like a colt's for work be shod, Made to tread the mills of toil, Up and down in ceaseless moil...
Página 258 - For something better than she had known. The Judge rode slowly down the lane, Smoothing his horse's chestnut mane. He drew his bridle in the shade Of the apple-trees, to greet the maid, And ask a draught from the spring that flowed Through the meadow across the road.
Página 19 - We dropped the seed o'er hill and plain, Beneath the sun of May, And frightened from our sprouting grain The robber crows away.
Página 16 - And, beneath it, pond and meadow lay brighter, greener still. And shouting boys in woodland haunts caught glimpses of that sky, Flecked by the many-tinted leaves, and laughed, they knew not why ; And school-girls, gay with aster-flowers, beside the meadow brooks, Mingled the glow of autumn with the sunshine of sweet looks. From spire and barn looked westerly the patient weathercocks ; But even the birches on the hill stood motionless as rocks. No sound was in the woodlands, save the squirrel's dropping...
Página 32 - Comrade mine," said Ury's lord ; " Put it up, I pray thee : Passive to his holy will, Trust I in my Master still, Even though he slay me. " Pledges of thy love and faith, Proved on many a field of death, Not by me are needed.
Página 260 - And for him who sat by the chimney lug, Dozing and grumbling o'er pipe and mug, A manly form at her side she saw, And joy was duty and love was law. Then she took up her burden of life again, Saying only,
Página 50 - The loved and cherished Past upon the new life stealing. Serene and mild the untried light May have its dawning; And, as in summer's northern night The evening and the dawn unite, The sunset hues of Time blend with the soul's new morning. I sit alone; in foam and spray Wave after wave Breaks on the rocks which, stern and gray, Shoulder the broken tide away, Or murmurs hoarse and strong through mossy cleft and cave.
Página 99 - Scorn! would the angels laugh, to mark A bright soul driven, Fiend-goaded, down the endless dark. From hope and heaven! Let not the land once proud of him Insult him now, Nor brand with deeper shame his dim, Dishonored brow.
Página 30 - But the noble Mexic women still their holy task pursued, Through that long, dark night of sorrow, worn and faint and lacking food ; Over weak and suffering brothers, with a tender care they hung, And the dying foeman blessed them in a strange and Northern tongue. Not wholly lost...
Página 31 - UP the streets of Aberdeen, By the kirk and college green, Rode the Laird of Ury ; Close behind him, close beside, Foul of mouth and evil-eyed, Pressed the mob in fury. Flouted him the drunken churl, Jeered at him the serving-girl, Prompt to please her master ; And the begging carlin, late Fed and clothed at Ury's gate, Cursed him as he passed her. Yet, with calm and stately mien, Up the streets of Aberdeen Came he slowly riding ; And, to all he saw and heard, Answering not with bitter word, Turning...