Spirit Of The Everlasting Boy (Henry Van Dyke Poems)
ODE FOR THE HUNDREDTH ANNIVERSARY OF LAWRENCEVILLE SCHOOLJune 11, 1910IThe British bard who looked on Eton's walls,Endeared by distance in ...
ODE FOR THE HUNDREDTH ANNIVERSARY OF LAWRENCEVILLE SCHOOLJune 11, 1910IThe British bard who looked on Eton's walls,Endeared by distance in ...
I PESSIMIST There is never a thing we dream or do But was dreamed and done in the ages gone; Everything's old; there is ...
A.HOW bitterly you speak!B.I have good warrant.A.Well, for my part, I hold your creed is false.Uncharitable, monstrous! I have seenThe ...
WHAT of our time?(Oracle.)A fog and a blur,A hum and a whirr,And large mellow lights that are slowly dawning;Lo! elements ...
This, the last of Mr. Whittier's poems, was written but a few weeks before his death.Among the thousands who with ...
DESPITE misfortune, poverty, the dearthOf simplest justice to his heart and brain,This gracious optimist lived not in vain;Rather, he made ...
Eradicate the optimistwho takes the easy viewthat human values will persistno matter what we do.Annihilate the pessimistwhose ineffectual cryis that ...
live so that youcan stick out your tongueat the insurancedoctorif you will drink hair restorer followevery dram with somegood standarddepilatoryas ...
I am brightly alert and exceedingly pert, And my livery's easily seen;With a bright golden breast and a black-and-white crest, ...
To-day I took old rhymes that I had written. And read them through, each one unto the end:When with a ...
We need a few more optimists,The kind that double up their fistsAnd set their jaws, determined-like,A blow at infamy to ...
NOT he who sings smooth songs that soothe -Sweet opiates that lull asleepThe sorrow that would only weep;There are some ...
Golden bird whose golden voice, When the summer days wax long --Cheery optimist from choiceBids the feathered world rejoice With ...
I long for the streets but the Lord knoweth best, For there I am never a saint; There are lovable ...
On the day when my words were earth... I was a friend to stalks of wheat. On the day when ...
My glass is filled, my pipe is lit, My den is all a cosy glow; And snug before the fire ...
On the long shore, lit by the moon To show them properly alone, Two lovers suddenly embraced So that their ...
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