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Page 138 - Spurned by the young, but hugged by the old To the very verge of the church-yard mould; Price of many a crime untold; Gold ! gold ! gold ! gold ! Good or bad a thousand fold!
Page 320 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan that moves To the pale realms of shade, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Page 30 - Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel and lower the proud ; Turn thy wild wheel thro' sunshine, storm, and cloud ; Thy wheel and thee we neither love nor hate. 'Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel with smile or frown ; With that wild wheel we go not up or down ; Our hoard is little, but our hearts are great. ' Smile and we smile, the lords of many lands ; Frown and we smile, the lords...
Page 260 - Fair Freedom! we may hold thee dear, When thus thy mightiest foes their fear In humblest guise have shown. Oh! ne'er may tyrant leave behind A brighter name to lure mankind!
Page 259 - Who strewed our earth with hostile bones, And can he thus survive ? Since he, miscalled the Morning Star, Nor man nor fiend hath fallen so far.
Page 257 - A sacred burden is this life ye bear, Look on it, lift it, bear it solemnly ; Stand up, and walk beneath it steadfastly ; Fail not for sorrow, falter not for sin, But onward, upward, till the goal ye win ; — God guard ye, and God guide ye on your way, Young pilgrim-warriors, who set forth to-day.
Page 139 - Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small; Though with patience he stands waiting, with exactness grinds he all.
Page 75 - Press on! surmount the rocky steeps, Climb boldly o'er the torrent's arch; He fails alone who feebly creeps; He wins who dares the hero's march. Be thou a hero ! Let thy might Tramp on eternal snows its way, And through the ebon walls of night Hew down a passage unto day. Press on...
Page 122 - The heights by great men reached and kept Were not attained by sudden flight, But they, while their companions slept, Were toiling upward in the night.