Songs of the Sun-landsRoberts brothers, 1873 - 212 strani |
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Stran 193 - 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?
Stran 173 - She has sinn'd ; let the blameless Come forward and cast the first stone !" But they, they fled shamed and yet shameless; And she, she stood white and alone. Who now shall accuse and arraign us? What man shall condemn and disown? Since Christ has said only the stainless Shall cast at his fellows a stone.
Stran 129 - It stretch'd its naked breast on every side. A babe was heard at last to cry for bread Amid the deserts; cattle low'd and died, And dying men went by with broken tread, And left a long black serpent line of wreck and dead. Strange hunger'd birds, black-wing'd and still as death...
Stran 35 - IN the days when my mother, the Earth, was young, And you all were not, nor the likeness of you, She walk'd in her maidenly prime among The moonlit stars in the boundless blue. Then the great sun lifted his shining shield, And he flash'd his sword as the soldiers do, And he moved like a king full over the field, And he look'd and he loved her brave and true. And looking afar from the ultimate rim, As he lay at rest in a reach of light, He beheld her walking alone at night, Where the buttercup stars...
Stran 131 - My brave and unremember'd heroes, rest ; You fell in silence, silent lie and sleep. Sleep on unsung, for this, I say, were best : The world today has hardly time to weep ; The world today will hardly care to keep In heart her plain and unpretending brave. The desert winds, they whistle by and sweep About you ; brown'd and russet grasses wave Along a thousand leagues that lie one common grave.
Stran 163 - Though the many lights dwindle to one light, There is help if the heaven has one ; Though the skies be discrowned of the sunlight And the earth dispossessed of the sun, They have moonlight and sleep for repayment, When, refreshed as a bride, and set free With stars and sea-winds in her raiment, Night sinks on the sea.
Stran 127 - Vast line, that reach'd as if to touch the goal, Began to stretch and stream away and wind Toward the west, as if with one control; Then hope loom'd fair, and home lay far behind ; Before, the boundless plain, and fiercest of their kind.
Stran 187 - DEAD IN THE SIERRAS His footprints have failed us, Where berries are red, And madronos are rankest, The hunter is dead ! The grizzly may pass By his half-open door; May pass and repass On his path, as of yore ; The panther may crouch In the leaves on his limb ; May scream and may scream, — It is nothing to him. Prone, bearded, and breasted Like columns of stone ; And tall as a pine — As a pine overthrown ! His camp-fires gone, What else can be done Than let him sleep on Till the light of the...
Stran 195 - 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 117 - High held above the toss'd and tumbled sea, — A sea of wood in wild unmeasured miles : White pyramids of Faith where man is free; White monuments of Hope that yet shall be The mounts of matchless and immortal song . . . I look far down the hollow days; I see The bearded prophets, simple-soul'd and strong, That strike the sounding harp and thrill the heeding throng.