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they said these words they had learned from the traders
touching at times on the coast to barter and chaffer for peltries | img2poems |
but when he heard their defiance the boast the taunt and the insult
all the hot blood of his race of sir hugh and of thurston de standish
boiled and beat in his heart and swelled in the veins of his temples | img2poems |
headlong he leaped on the boaster and snatching his knife from its scabbard
plunged it into his heart and reeling backward the savage
fell with his face to the sky and a fiendlike fierceness upon it | img2poems |
bravely the stalwart miles standish was scouring the land with his forces
waxing valiant in fight and defeating the alien armies
till his name had become a sound of fear to the nations | img2poems |
wooden-barred was the door and the roof was covered with rushes
latticed the windows were and the window-panes were of paper
oiled to admit the light while wind and rain were excluded | img2poems |
hold this skein on your hands while i wind it ready for knitting
then who knows but hereafter when fashions have changed and the manners
fathers may talk to their sons of the good old times of john alden | img2poems |
lo
in the midst of this scene a breathless messenger entered
bringing in hurry and heat the terrible news from the village | img2poems |
friends were assembled together the elder and magistrate also
graced the scene with their presence and stood like the law and the gospel
one with the sanction of earth and one with the blessing of heaven | img2poems |
softly the youth and the maiden repeated the words of betrothal
taking each other for husband and wife in the magistrate's presence
after the puritan way and the laudable custom of holland | img2poems |
fervently then and devoutly the excellent elder of plymouth
prayed for the hearth and the home that were founded that day in affection
speaking of life and of death and imploring divine benedictions | img2poems |
lo
when the service was ended a form appeared on the threshold
clad in armor of steel a sombre and sorrowful figure | img2poems |
but when were ended the troth and the prayer and the last benediction
into the room it strode and the people beheld with amazement
bodily there in his armor miles standish the captain of plymouth | img2poems |
i have been angry and hurt too long have i cherished the feeling
i have been cruel and hard but now thank god
it is ended | img2poems |
then he said with a smile: i should have remembered the adage
if you would be well served you must serve yourself and moreover
no man can gather cherries in kent at the season of christmas | img2poems |
soon was their vision disturbed by the noise and stir of departure
friends coming forth from the house and impatient of longer delaying
each with his plan for the day and the work that was left uncompleted | img2poems |
somewhat alarmed at first but reassured by the others
placing her hand on the cushion her foot in the hand of her husband
gayly with joyous laugh priscilla mounted her palfrey | img2poems |
pleasantly murmured the brook as they crossed the ford in the forest
pleased with the image that passed like a dream of love through its bosom
tremulous floating in air o'er the depths of the azure abysses | img2poems |
those sounds that flow
in murmurs of delight and woe
come not from wings of birds | img2poems |
through the cloud-rack dark and trailing
must they see above them sailing
o'er life's barren crags the vulture | img2poems |
what
are these the guests whose glances
seemed like sunshine gleaming round me | img2poems |
these the wild bewildering fancies
that with dithyrambic dances
as with magic circles bound me | img2poems |
spectral gleam their snow-white dresses
and from loose dishevelled tresses
fall the hyacinthine blossoms | img2poems |
o my songs
whose winsome measures
filled my heart with secret rapture | img2poems |
for thou makest each mystery clearer
and the unattained seems nearer
when thou fillest my heart with fever | img2poems |
was she a lady of high degree
so much in love with the vanity
and foolish pomp of this world of ours | img2poems |
or was it christian charity
and lowliness and humility
the richest and rarest of all dowers | img2poems |
ah you will then have other cares
in your own short-comings and despairs
in your own secret sins and terrors | img2poems |
adding then by way of jest
golondrina is my guest
'tis the wife of some deserter | img2poems |
the mourners said and death is rest and peace
then added in the certainty of faith
and giveth life that never more shall cease | img2poems |
the groaning earth in travail and in pain
brings forth its races but does not restore
and the dead nations never rise again | img2poems |
its vacant eyes
stare at the skies
stare at the valley green and deep | img2poems |
under the walls of monterey
at daybreak the bugles began to play
victor galbraith | img2poems |
he looked at the earth he looked at the sky
he looked at the files of musketry
victor galbraith | img2poems |
three balls are in his breast and brain
but he rises out of the dust again
victor galbraith | img2poems |
forth dart once more those tongues of flame
and the bugler has died a death of shame
victor galbraith | img2poems |
under the walls of monterey
by night a bugle is heard to play
victor galbraith | img2poems |
and the dead captains as they lay
in their graves o'erlooking the tranquil bay
where they in battle died | img2poems |
and hurried landward far away
crying awake
it is the day | img2poems |
it shouted through the belfry-tower
awake o bell
proclaim the hour | img2poems |
it crossed the churchyard with a sigh
and said not yet
in quiet lie | img2poems |
for his voice i listen and yearn
it is growing late and dark
and my boy does not return | img2poems |
for i hear you at your play
and the questions that perplexed me
have vanished quite away | img2poems |
ah
what would the world be to us
if the children were no more | img2poems |
and whisper in my ear
what the birds and the winds are singing
in your sunny atmosphere | img2poems |
ah me
for the land that is sown
with the harvest of despair | img2poems |
where the burning cinders blown
from the lips of the overthrown
enceladus fill the air | img2poems |
and the storm-wind shouts through the pines
of alps and of apennines
enceladus arise | img2poems |
strike your flag
the rebel cries
in his arrogant old plantation strain | img2poems |
never
our gallant morris replies
it is better to sink than to yield | img2poems |
every waft of the air
was a whisper of prayer
or a dirge for the dead | img2poems |
blow winds
and waft through all the rooms
the snow-flakes of the cherry-blooms | img2poems |
blow winds
and bend within my reach
the fiery blossoms of the peach | img2poems |
o life and love
o happy throng
of thoughts whose only speech is song | img2poems |
o heart of man
canst thou not be
blithe as the air is and as free | img2poems |
a region of repose it seems
a place of slumber and of dreams
remote among the wooded hills | img2poems |
last the musician as he stood
illumined by that fire of wood
fair-haired blue-eyed his aspect blithe | img2poems |
meanwhile impatient to mount and ride
booted and spurred with a heavy stride
on the opposite shore walked paul revere | img2poems |
and lo
as he looks on the belfry's height
a glimmer and then a gleam of light | img2poems |
he springs to the saddle the bridle he turns
but lingers and gazes till full on his sight
a second lamp in the belfry burns | img2poems |
thus ariosto says in words
that have the stately stride and ring
of armed knights and clashing swords | img2poems |
beautiful falcon
said he would that i
might hold thee on my wrist or see thee fly | img2poems |
who is thy mother my fair boy
he said
his hand laid softly on that shining head | img2poems |
monna giovanna
will you let me stay
a little while and with your falcon play | img2poems |
rabbi ben levi on the sabbath read
a volume of the law in which it said
no man shall look upon my face and live | img2poems |
and as he read he prayed that god would give
his faithful servant grace with mortal eye
to look upon his face and yet not die | img2poems |
beyond the outer wall the angel of death
heard the great voice and said with panting breath
give back the sword and let me go my way | img2poems |
i am the god thor
i am the war god
i am the thunderer | img2poems |
here in my northland
my fastness and fortress
reign i forever | img2poems |
when at sea with all his rowers
he along the bending oars
outside of his ship could run | img2poems |
he the smalsor horn ascended
and his shining shield suspended
on its summit like a sun | img2poems |
thora of rimol
hide me
hide me | img2poems |
hakon jarl
for the love i bear thee
neither shall shame nor death come near thee | img2poems |
then why dost thou turn so pale o churl
and then again black as the earth
said the earl | img2poems |
and they answered: o queen
if the truth must be told
the ring is of copper and not of gold | img2poems |
why then should i care to have thee
he said
a faded old woman a heathenish jade | img2poems |
half my kingdom would i give
as i live
if by such songs you would earn it | img2poems |
hearken to me then o king
while i sing
the great ocean song that haunts me | img2poems |
then athwart the vapors dun
the easter sun
streamed with one broad track of splendor | img2poems |
in their real forms appeared
the warlocks weird
awful as the witch of endor | img2poems |
sing o scald your song sublime
your ocean-rhyme
cried king olaf: it will cheer me | img2poems |
said the scald with pallid cheeks
the skerry of shrieks
sings too loud for you to hear me | img2poems |
olaf the king one summer morn
blew a blast on his bugle-horn
sending his signal through the land of drontheim | img2poems |
and to the hus-ting held at mere
gathered the farmers far and near
with their war weapons ready to confront him | img2poems |
ploughing under the morning star
old iron-beard in yriar
heard the summons chuckling with a low laugh | img2poems |
he wiped the sweat-drops from his brow
unharnessed his horses from the plough
and clattering came on horseback to king olaf | img2poems |
he was the churliest of the churls
little he cared for king or earls
bitter as home-brewed ale were his foaming passions | img2poems |
hodden-gray was the garb he wore
and by the hammer of thor he swore
he hated the narrow town and all its fashions | img2poems |
but he loved the freedom of his farm
his ale at night by the fireside warm
gudrun his daughter with her flaxen tresses | img2poems |
he loved his horses and his herds
the smell of the earth and the song of birds
his well-filled barns his brook with its water-cresses | img2poems |
huge and cumbersome was his frame
his beard from which he took his name
frosty and fierce like that of hymer the giant | img2poems |
so at the hus-ting he appeared
the farmer of yriar iron-beard
on horseback in an attitude defiant | img2poems |
and to king olaf he cried aloud
out of the middle of the crowd
that tossed about him like a stormy ocean | img2poems |
such sacrifices shalt thou bring
to odin and to thor o king
as other kings have done in their devotion | img2poems |
king olaf answered: i command
this land to be a christian land
here is my bishop who the folk baptizes | img2poems |
but if you ask me to restore
your sacrifices stained with gore
then will i offer human sacrifices | img2poems |
not slaves and peasants shall they be
but men of note and high degree
such men as orm of lyra and kar of gryting | img2poems |
then to their temple strode he in
and loud behind him heard the din
of his men-at-arms and the peasants fiercely fighting | img2poems |
there in the temple carved in wood
the image of great odin stood
and other gods with thor supreme among them | img2poems |
king olaf smote them with the blade
of his huge war-axe gold inlaid
and downward shattered to the pavement flung them | img2poems |
at the same moment rose without
from the contending crowd a shout
a mingled sound of triumph and of wailing | img2poems |
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