Garnered Sheaves: The Complete Poetical Works of J. G. Holland

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Scribner, Armstrong & Company, 1873 - 397 strani
 

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Stran 333 - GOD give us men ! A time like this demands Strong minds, great hearts, true faith, and ready hands ; Men whom the lust of office does not kill ; Men whom the spoils of office cannot buy ; Men who possess opinions and a will ; Men who have honor, — men who will not lie...
Stran 298 - I count this thing to be grandly true; That a noble deed is a step toward God — Lifting the soul from the common clod To a purer air and a broader view.
Stran 299 - Only in dreams is a ladder thrown From the weary earth to the sapphire walls; But the dream departs, and the vision falls, And the sleeper wakes on his pillow of stone.
Stran 36 - Life evermore is fed by death, In earth and sea and sky ; And, that a rose may breathe its breath, Something must die.
Stran 333 - God give us men. A time like this demands Strong minds, great hearts, true faith and ready hands ; Men whom the lust of office does not kill ; Men whom the spoils of office cannot buy; Men who possess opinions and a will ; Men who have honor ; men who will not lie ; Men who can stand before a demagogue And damn his treacherous flatteries without winking; Tall men, sun-crowned, who live above the fog, In public duty and in private thinking...
Stran 299 - Heaven is not reached at a single bound ; But we build the ladder by which we rise From the lowly earth to the vaulted skies, And we mount to the summit round by round.
Stran 36 - Of the lever and screw, Till the last drops from the press Were as bright as the dew. There were these juices spilled ; There were these barrels filled ; Sixteen barrels of cider — Ripening all in a row ! Open the vent-channels wider ! See the froth, drifted like snow, Blown by the tempest below ! DAVID. Hearts, like apples, are hard and sour, Till crushed by Pain's resistless power; And yield their juices rich and bland To none but Sorrow's heavv hand.
Stran 24 - We trace to Thee our joys and woes, — To Thee of causes still the cause, — We thank Thee that Thy hand bestows ; We bless Thee that Thy love withdraws.
Stran 130 - Fatima promised him ; then she ran To visit the rooms with her sister Ann ; But when she had finished the tour, she began To think about the Blue Chamber. Well, the woman was curiously inclined, So she left her sister and prudence behind, (With a little excuse) and started to find The mystery forbidden. She paused at the door ; — all was still as night ! She opened it: then through the dim, blue light There blistered her vision the horrible sight That was in that chamber hidden.
Stran 342 - ... could see naught but vanity in beauty, And naught but weakness in a fond caress, And pitied men whose views of Christian duty Allowed indulgence in such foolishness. Yet there were love and tenderness within him ; And I am told that when his Charley died, Nor nature's need nor gentle words could win him From his fond vigils at the sleeper's side. And when they came to bury little Charley, They found fresh dew-drops sprinkled in his hair, And on his breast a rosebud gathered early, And guessed,...

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