Move Upward (Alexander Anderson Poems)
Move upward, working out the brute, And let the ape and tiger die. —TennysonAy, in heaven's name, let us move ...
Move upward, working out the brute, And let the ape and tiger die. —TennysonAy, in heaven's name, let us move ...
THE DUST of a thousand roads, the greaseAnd grime of slums, were on his face;The fangs of hunger and diseaseUpon ...
And up the stream of days he seem'd to float,And twice seven years was toiling for his wife:And all his ...
Oh, I wadna be a yeoman, mither, to follow my father's trade,To bow my back in miry banks, at pleugh ...
"Through two small windows sunshine slanted in To die upon the splintery schoolroom floor, While the October gusts whipped dirt ...
Hoo cantie was I in my youth, Afore I ever thocht to range,Or leave my hame, an' be, in sooth, ...
The peaceful valley reaching wide, The ...
I Chins that might serve the new Jerusalem; Streets footsore; minute whisking milliners, Dubbed graceful, but at whom one's eye ...
The world is filled with bustle and with selfishness and greed,It is filled with restless people that are dreaming of ...
Oh, my shoulders grow aweary of the burdens I am bearin',An' I grumble when I'm footsore at the rough road ...
I stand with my shoulder to shoulders, In the long, sad battle of life;I keep in the ranks of my ...
The struggle for freedom has ended they say,The days of fatigue and Remorse,But our hearts one and all are in ...
When I review the long procession gone Out of this being through the gates of death-- The parents, friends, the ...
Take home a smile; forget the petty cares,The dull, grim grind of all the day's affairs;The day is done, come ...
The rafters are open to sun, moon, and star, Thistles and nettles grow high in the bar -- The chimneys ...
NOT alone those camps of white, O soldiers, When, as order'd forward, after a long march, Footsore and weary, soon ...
My worldly wealth I hoard in albums three, My life collection of rare postage stamps; My room is cold and ...
THE FLESH "Sweet, thou art pale." "More pale to see, Christ hung upon the cruel tree And bore His Father's ...
'Twas in the United States of America some years ago An aged father sat at his fireside with his heart ...
Welcome, thrice welcome, to the city of Dundee, The great African explorer Henry M Stanley, Who went out to Africa ...
There was a rich old gentleman Lived on a lonely moor in Switzerland, And he was very hard to the ...
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