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Adventuring ain't battle begins to stir beneath Berton Braley Bliss Carman blow blue Bohemia BOOT HILL breath broken of dancing bronco cheer damn dawn dead already DEAD MEN EAT deep dream drink dust earth eyes Falernian wine fame feet fight FOOD THAT DEAD give glory goes gold gray green grey hand Hastings Mill hear heart hill horse Hurrah land LAST TRAIL light live man's Messrs never night o'er play Poems rain rendezvous with Death Richard Hovey ride road to Vagabondia round the Horn sail sap begins Shipmate ships shore silver sing skies skoal sleep Soissons song soul stars sweet thee There's things thou thunder tide to-day to-night town trail VAGABOND VOORTREKKER Wa'l walk wandering West India Dock wind wine young young land Yukon
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Page 84 - REQUIEM UNDER the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be ; Home is the sailor, home from sea, And the hunter home from the hill.
Page 127 - OUT of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Page 108 - There's a breathless hush in the Close to-night — Ten to make and the match to win — A bumping pitch and a blinding light, An hour to play and the last man in. And it's not for the sake of a ribboned coat, Or the selfish hope of a season's fame, But his Captain's hand on his shoulder smote — '- > '• ' ' Play up ! play up ! and play the game...
Page 127 - Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds and shall find me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate : I am the captain of my soul.
Page 166 - He scarce had need to doff his pride or slough the dross of Earth — E'en as he trod that day to God so walked he from his birth, In simpleness and gentleness and honour and clean mirth. So cup to lip in fellowship they gave him welcome high And made him place at the banquet board — the Strong Men ranged thereby, Who had done his work and held his peace and had no fear to die.
Page 141 - I AM fevered with the sunset, I am fretful with the bay, For the wander-thirst is on me And my soul is in Cathay. There's a schooner in the offing, With her topsails shot with fire, And my heart has gone aboard her For the Islands of Desire.
Page 110 - Tis here the revival lies; A cup to the dead already — Hurrah for the next that dies!
Page 126 - I have a rendezvous with Death At some disputed barricade, When Spring comes back with rustling shade And apple-blossoms fill the air — I have a rendezvous with Death When Spring brings back blue days and fair.
Page 61 - I've watched the big, husky sun wallow In crimson and gold, and grow dim, Till the moon set the pearly peaks gleaming, And the stars tumbled out, neck and crop; And I've thought that I surely was dreaming, With the peace o
Page 138 - I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied; And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying, And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying. I must go down to the seas again to the vagrant gypsy life, To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife; And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover, And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's...