Joaquin: Et AlJohn Camden Hotten, 1872 - 124 strani |
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Stran 118 - AH ! who can tell how hard it is to climb The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar; Ah! who can tell how many a soul sublime Has felt the influence of malignant star, And waged with Fortune an eternal war; Check'd by the scoff of Pride, by Envy's frown, And Poverty's unconquerable bar, In life's low vale remote has pined alone, Then dropt into the grave, unpitied and unknown...
Stran 49 - For ever and aye in dust at his side ? " Look at the roses saluting each other ; Look at the herds all at peace on the plain. Man, and man only, makes war on his brother ; And laughs in his heart at his peril and pain : Shamed by the beasts that go down on the plain. " Is it worth while that we battle to humble Some poor fellow down into the dust...
Stran 4 - Behold the Ocean on the beach Kneel lowly down as if in prayer. I hear a moan as of despair, While far at sea do toss and reach Some things so like white pleading hands. The Ocean's thin and hoary hair Is trail'd along the silver'd sands, At every sigh and sounding moan.
Stran 5 - Dared I but say a prophecy, As sang the holy men of old, Of rock-built cities yet to be Along these shining shores of gold, Crowding athirst into the sea, What wondrous marvels might be told ! Enough, to know that empire here Shall burn her loftiest, brightest star ; Here art and eloquence shall reign, As o'er the wolf-rear'd realm of old ; Here learn'd and famous from afar, To pay their noble court, shall come, And shall not seek or see in vain, But look on all with wonder dumb.
Stran 49 - IS IT WORTH WHILE? Is it worth while that we jostle a brother Bearing his load on the rough road of life? Is it worth while that we jeer at each other In blackness of heart? — that we war to the knife? God pity us all in our pitiful strife. God pity us all as we jostle each other; God pardon us all for the...
Stran 6 - And wheels no more croak in distress, And tall pines re-assert command Sweet bards along this sunset shore Their mellow melodies will pour; Will charm as charmers very wise, Will strike the harp with master hand. Will sound unto the vaulted skies, The valor of these men of old — The mighty men of 'Forty-nine; Will sweetly sing and proudly say, Long, long agone there was a day When there were giants in the land.
Stran 49 - neath his load on the heather, Pierced to the heart — words are keener than steel, And mightier far for woe or for weal. Were it not well in this brief little journey On over the isthmus, down into the tide, We give him a fish instead of a serpent, Ere folding the hands to be and abide Forever and aye in dust at his side? Look...
Stran 75 - The night drave on wi' sangs and clatter; And ay the ale was growing better: The landlady and Tam grew gracious, Wi' favours, secret, sweet, and precious: The souter tauld his queerest stories; The landlord's laugh was ready chorus: The storm without might rair and rustle, Tam did na mind the storm a whistle. Care, mad to see a man sae happy, E'en drown'd himsel amang the nappy: As bees flee hame wi' lades o' treasure, The minutes wing'd their way wi' pleasure; Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious,...
Stran 6 - Afar the bright Sierras lie A swaying line of snowy white, A fringe of heaven hung in sight Against the blue base of the sky. I look along each gaping gorge, I hear a thousand sounding strokes Like giants rending giant oaks, Or brawny Vulcan at his forge; I see pick-axes flash and shine And great wheels whirling in a mine. Here winds a thick and yellow thread, A moss'd and silver stream instead; And trout that leap'd its rippled tide Have turn'd upon their sides and died.
Stran 4 - Then glide down to the under-world. As if blown bare in winter blasts Of leaf and limb, tall naked masts Are rising from the restless sea, So still and desolate and tall, I seem to see them gleam and shine With clinging drops of dripping brine. Broad still brown wings flit here and there, Thin sea-blue wings wheel everywhere, And white wings whistle through the air : I hear a thousand sea gulls call.