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 strani |
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Stran 338 - 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 gone. Now speak, brave Admiral, speak and say"—...
Stran 338 - 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:
Stran 33 - Never say that," said the surgeon, as he smothered down a sigh ; "It will never do, old comrade, for a soldier to say die!" "What you say will make no difference, doctor, when you come to die." Doctor, what has been the matter?" "You were very faint, they say ; You must try to get to sleep now.
Stran 37 - 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.
Stran 338 - 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.
Stran 290 - may go and play," While I manage the world by myself. But harness me down with your iron bands, Be sure of your curb and rein, For I scorn the strength of your puny hands As the tempest scorns a chain.
Stran 338 - 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 gone. Now speak, brave Adm'r'l, speak and say — " He said, "Sail on! sail on! and on!
Stran 38 - 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.
Stran 339 - 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.
Stran 35 - 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...