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INTRODUCTION We remember Samuel Wesley (1662-1735), if at all, as the father of a great religious leader. In his own time he was known to many as a poet and a writer of controversial prose. His poetic career began in 1685 with the publication of Maggots, a collection of juvenile verses on trivial subjects, the preface to which, a frothy concoction, apologizes to the reader because the book is neither...
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The Hill Where are Elmer, Herman, Bert, Tom and Charley, The weak of will, the strong of arm, the clown, the boozer, the fighter? All, all are sleeping on the hill. One passed in a fever, One was burned in a mine, One was killed in a brawl, One died in a jail, One fell from a bridge toiling for children and wife— All, all are sleeping, sleeping, sleeping on the hill....
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Edmund Goldsmid
When raging Love, with fierce assault, Strikes at fair Beauties gate,What army hath she to resist And keepe her court and state? She calleth first on Chastitie To lende her help in time;And Prudence no lesse summons shee To meet her foe so trim. And female Courage she alwaye Doth bring unto the walle,To blowe the trump in her dismaye, Fearing her fort may falle. On force of wordes she...
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Sara Teasdale
Barter Life has loveliness to sell, All beautiful and splendid things, Blue waves whitened on a cliff, Soaring fire that sways and sings, And children's faces looking up Holding wonder like a cup. Life has loveliness to sell, Music like a curve of gold, Scent of pine trees in the rain, Eyes that love you, arms that hold, And for your spirit's still...
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I PRELUDE: THE TROOPS Dim, gradual thinning of the shapeless gloomShudders to drizzling daybreak that revealsDisconsolate men who stamp their sodden bootsAnd turn dulled, sunken faces to the skyHaggard and hopeless. They, who have beaten downThe stale despair of night, must now renewTheir desolation in the truce of dawn,Murdering the livid hours that grope for peace. Yet these, who cling to life with...
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KING HACON’S DEATH And now has happened in our day What was in ancient time foretold:Beneath his hand all Norroway’s land Has Hacon brought, the wise and bold. Full many a warrior summons he From all the country far and near;To Scotland’s realm, with shield and helm, Across the sea the King will steer. As many as sword and helm can bear With him must sail across the foam;All...
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The Lone War-Path. A STORY OF SIOUX AND BLACKFOOT.O'er a vast prairie stoops the sultry night;The moon in her broad kingdom wanders white;High hung in space, she swims the murky blue.Low lies yon village of the roaming Sioux—Its smoke-stained lodges, moving toward the west,By conquering Sleep invaded and possessed.All there, save one, own his benign command;Their chief has lately left this...
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The true story of the life of Michael Drayton might be told to, vindicate the poetic traditions of the olden time. A child-poet wandering in fay-haunted Arden, or listening to the harper that frequented the fireside of Polesworth Hall where the boy was a petted page, later the honoured almoner of the bounty of many patrons, one who "not unworthily," as Tofte said, "beareth the name of the...
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KING DIDERIK AND THE LION’S FIGHT WITH THE DRAGON From Bern rode forth King Diderik, A stately warrior form;Engaged in fray he found in the way A lion and laidly worm. They fought for a day, they fought for two, But ere the third was flown,The worm outfought the beast, and brought To earth the lion down. Then cried the lion in his need When he the warrior saw:“O aid me quick,...
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INTRODUCTION A mid the many celebrations last Christmas Eve, in various places by different persons, there was one, in New York City, not like any other anywhere. A company of men, women, and children went together just after the evening service in their church, and, standing around the tomb of the author of "A Visit from St. Nicholas," recited together the words of the poem which we all know...
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