The Better Thing (Edgar Albert Guest Poems)
It is better to die for the flag, For its red and its white and its blue, ...
It is better to die for the flag, For its red and its white and its blue, ...
There isn't any danger in the kindly things you say,There isn't any sorrow in the fine and manly deed,No deep ...
Reck not that your wounds are bleeding, Reck not that your voice is weak:Louder than the roar of cannon, ...
You ought to be fine for the sake of the folksWho think you are fine. If others have faith in ...
Less hate and greed Is what we need And more of service true; More men to love The flag above ...
To do your little bit of toil,To play life's game with head erect; To stoop to nothing that would soilYour ...
IN the day of battle,In the night of dread,Let one hymn be lifted,Let one prayer be said.Not for pride of ...
62"Sown in dishonor"!Ah! Indeed!May this "dishonor" be?If I were half so fine myselfI'd notice nobody!"Sown in corruption"!Not so fast!Apostle is ...
They have not chosen me, he said,"But I have chosen them!"Brave-Broken hearted statement-Uttered in Bethlehem!I could not have told it,But ...
Arise then...women of this day! Arise, all women who have hearts! Whether your baptism be of water or of tears! ...
Break off! Dance no more! Danger is at the door. Music is in arms. To signal war's alarms. Hark, a ...
Perhaps you think me stooping I'm not ashamed of that Christ -- stooped until He touched the Grave -- Do ...
Just as He spoke it from his Hands This Edifice remain -- A Turret more, a Turret less Dishonor his ...
"They have not chosen me," he said, "But I have chosen them!" Brave -- Broken hearted statement -- Uttered in ...
"Sown in dishonor"! Ah! Indeed! May this "dishonor" be? If I were half so fine myself I'd notice nobody! "Sown ...
Now warm with ministerial ire, Fierce sallied forth our loyal 'Squire, And on his striding steps attends His desperate clan ...
I hired a carpenter to build my coffin and last night I lay in it, braced by a pillow, sniffing ...
I am the love killer, I am murdering the music we thought so special, that blazed between us, over and ...
Where shall the lover rest Whom the fates sever From the true maiden's breast, Parted for ever?-- Where, through groves ...
RVdely thou wrongest my deare harts desire, In finding fault with her too portly pride: the thing which I doo ...
I hear the halting footsteps of a lass In Negro Harlem when the night lets fall Its veil. I see ...
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