Poets and Poetry of Indiana: A Representative Collection of the Poetry of Indiana During the First Hundred Years of Its History as Territory and State, 1800 to 1900Silver, Burdett, 1900 - 464 páginas |
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Palavras e frases frequentes
ANNIE FELLOWS JOHNSTON beauty Benjamin Davenport House BIOGRAPHICAL NOTES birds bloom blossoms blue Bob White bonny brown born brave breast breath bright brow brown quail clouds County crown Crusader's Tomb dark Davenport House dead dear deep dream earth eyes fair feet flowers George Stout gleam glory golden gray green hand happy hath hear heart heaven hills hope Indiana Indianapolis JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY John JOHN CLARK RIDPATH kiss land leaves LEW WALLACE life's light lips literary Mary MAURICE THOMPSON MEREDITH NICHOLSON morning mother native neath never night o'er poems poet poetry river ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON rose sail shadows shining sigh silence sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit stars stream summer sweet Taylor tears tender thee things thou Toph tree verse Vivérols voice Wallace waves wild William wind wings wood
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Página 317 - Behind him lay the gray Azores, Behind the Gates of Hercules ; Before him not the ghost of shores, Before him only shoreless seas. The good mate said : " Now must we pray, For lo ! the very stars are gone. Brave Admiral, speak, what shall I say...
Página 317 - The stout mate thought of home; a spray Of salt wave washed his swarthy cheek. "What shall I say, brave Admiral, say, If we sight naught but seas at dawn?" "Why. you shall say at break of day, 'Sail on ! sail on ! sail on ! and on !' " They sailed and sailed, as winds might blow, Until at last the blanched mate said : "Why, now not even God would know Should I and all my men fall dead. These very winds forget their way, For God from these dread seas is gtme. Now speak, brave Admiral, speak and say"...
Página 318 - Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on! " Then, pale and worn, he kept his deck, And peered through darkness. Ah, that night Of all dark nights! And then a speck — A light! A light! A light! A light! It grew, a starlit flag unfurled! It grew to be Time's burst of dawn. He gained a world; he gave that world Its grandest lesson:
Página 6 - Tenncsseean set His breast against the bayonet ! In vain Virginia charged and raged, A tigress in her wrath uncaged, Till all the hill was red and wet ! Above the bayonets, mixed and crossed, Men saw a gray, gigantic ghost, Receding through the...
Página 15 - Of the Brave.' 'But the great Tower?' 'That,' he answered, 'is the way, sir, of the Brave!' "Then a sudden shame came o'er me at his uniform of light; At my own so old and tattered, and at his so new and bright: 'Ah!
Página 15 - I advanced! That sentry, Doctor, was Elijah Ballantyne! First of all to fall on Monday, after we had formed the line ! ' Welcome, my old Sergeant, welcome ! Welcome by that countersign!' And he pointed to the scar there, under this old cloak of mine ! "As he grasped my hand, I shuddered, thinking only of the grave ; But he smiled and pointed upward with a bright and bloodless glaive : 'That's the way, sir, to Head-quarters.
Página 318 - Sail on ; sail on ; and on." They sailed. They sailed. Then spake the mate: " This mad sea shows his teeth to-night. He curls his lip, he lies in wait, With lifted teeth, as if to bite. Brave Adm'r'l, say but one good word: What shall we do when hope is gone ? " The words leapt like a leaping sword: Sail on; sail on; sail on; and on.
Página 319 - The bravest battle that ever was fought! Shall I tell you where and when ? On the maps of the world you will find it not : 'Twas fought by the mothers of men.
Página 13 - Doctor Austin, — what day is this ? " " It is Wednesday night, you know." " Yes, to-morrow will be New Year's, and a right good time below. What time is it, Doctor Austin ? " " Nearly twelve." " Then, don't you go ! Can it be that all this happened — all this — not an hour ago ? " There was where the gunboats opened on the dark rebellious host, And where Webster semi-circled his last guns upon the coast ; There were still the two...
Página 268 - At the childish boasts of human might, And the pride of human power ! When I saw an army upon the land, A navy upon the seas, Creeping along, a snail-like band, Or waiting the wayward breeze ; When I marked the...