Pike County Ballads and Other PiecesJames R. Osgood and Company, 1873 - 167 páginas |
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AITH the Lord anger divine angry sun balancing odds beams on Youth's beauty blaze bless blood bloom boys come home brave bright bright waves brow bruised serpent burst charms childhood's civic crown COUNTESS JUTTA crown dawn dear dreams Of Love eyes fades fair fancy fiery harms fire flash flush forever free soul ghost Gilgal gleam gloom glory hands heart Heaven HEINRICH HEINE hills hot eyes imbecile trust Waiting Justice can give King kisses life's light lips Love and Song love truly love's Memento mori monks never night o'er pass prairie pray rapture Rests the bruised rough wooing SAITH Saladin shade shadows shame shine shivering skies sleep smile Song and Wine sorrowful swim soul stand paltering stars Strike summer swim the dead sword tears tender thou twilight vague vengeance is God's Waiting for God wandered warm waves wild Youth's gay dreams
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Página 9 - I DON'T go much on religion, I never ain't had no show; But I've got a middlin' tight grip, sir, On the handful o' things I know. I don't pan out on the prophets And free-will, and that sort of thing, — But I b'lieve in God and the angels, Ever sence one night last spring. I come into town with some turnips, And my little Gabe come along...
Página 60 - Each day to the King the reports came in Of his unsuccessful spies, And the sad panorama of human woes Passed daily under his eyes. And he grew ashamed of his useless life, And his maladies hatched in gloom ; He opened his windows and let the air Of the free heaven into his room. And out he went in the world, and toiled In his own appointed way ; And the people blessed him, the land was glad, And the King was well and gay.
Página 14 - He weren't no saint, — them engineers Is all pretty much alike, — One wife in Natchez-under-the-Hill, And another one here, in Pike ; A keerless man in his talk was Jim, And an awkward hand in a row. But he never flunked, and he never lied, — I reckon he never knowed how.
Página 61 - A WOMAN'S LOVE. A SENTINEL angel sitting high in glory Heard this shrill wail ring out from Purgatory : " Have mercy, mighty angel, hear my story ! •'' I loved, — and, blind with passionate love, I fell Love brought me down to death, and death to Hell. For God is just, and death for sin is well " I do not rage against his high decree, Nor for myself do ask that grace shall be ; But for my love on earth who mourns for me. " Great Spirit ! Let me see my love again And comfort him one hour, and...
Página 58 - At last as they came to a village gate, A beggar lay whistling there ; He whistled and sang and laughed and rolled On the grass in the soft June air. The weary couriers paused and looked At the scamp so blithe and gay ; And one of them said, " Heaven save you, friend ! You seem to be happy to-day.
Página 14 - And another one here in Pike ; A keerless man in his talk was Jim, And an awkward hand in a row, But he never flunked, and he never lied : I reckon he never knowed how. And this was all the religion he had — To treat his engine well, Never be passed on the river, To mind the pilot's bell ; And if ever the Prairie Belle took fire, A thousand times he swore He'd hold her nozzle agin the bank Till the last soul got ashore. All boats has their day on the Mississip, And her day come at last. The Movastar...
Página 12 - And thar sot Little Breeches and chirped, As peart as ever you see, " I want a chaw of terbacker, And that's what's the matter of me.
Página 63 - The brazen gates ground sullenly ajar, And upward, joyous, like a rising star, She rose and vanished in the ether far. But soon adown the dying sunset sailing, And like a wounded bird her pinions trailing, She fluttered back, with broken-hearted wailing. She...
Página 15 - There was runnin' and cursin', but Jim yelled out Over all the infernal roar, " I'll hold her nozzle agin the bank Till the last galoot's ashore !" Through the hot black breath of the burnin' boat Jim Bludso's voice was heard, And they all had trust in his cussedness And knowed he would keep his word. And, sure's you're born, they all got off Afore the smokestacks fell, And...
Página 76 - ... their cheer will ring the loudest When the boys come home. The full ranks will be shattered, And the bright arms will be battered, And the battle-standards tattered, When the boys come home. Their bayonets may be rusty, When the boys come home, And their uniforms dusty, When the boys come home. But all shall see the traces Of battle's royal graces, In the brown and bearded faces, When the boys come home.