Virginian Writers of Fugitive VerseArmistead Churchill Gordon J. T. White & Company, 1923 - 404 pages |
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Page 6 - And only the Master shall praise us. and only the Master shall blame: And no one shall work for money. and no one shall work for fame. But each for the joy of the working. and each. in his separate star. Shall draw the Thing as he sees It for the God of Things as They Are!
Page 33 - I thank God there are no free schools, nor printing ; and I hope we shall not have, these hundred years ; for learning has brought disobedience, and heresy, and sects into the world, and printing has divulged them, and libels against the government God keep us from both" — had not been clearly heard.
Page 186 - Even then, when horror chilled my blood, My heart was filled with love for thee The storm is past, and I at rest; So, Mary, weep no more for me...
Page 168 - North now pursues the hellish plan, To fix on us his slavish yoke. But we oppose, and will be free, This great good cause we will defend; Nor bribe, nor Gage, nor North's decree, Shall make us "at his feet to bend.
Page 261 - Oh ! never shall we. know again A heart so stout and true — The olden times have passed away, And weary are the new : The fair White Rose has faded From the garden where it grew, And no fond tears save those of heaven The glorious bed bedew Of the last old Scottish cavalier. All of the olden time ! G MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.
Page 150 - Ceaser he was Friend or Foe ? Pox take such Ignorance, do you not know ? Can he be Friend to Ceaser, that shall bring The Arms of Hell, to fight against the King?
Page 185 - The moon had climbed the highest hill Which rises o'er the source of Dee, And from the eastern summit shed Her silver light on tower and tree, When Mary laid her down to sleep, Her thoughts on Sandy far at sea, When, soft and slow, a voice was heard, Saying, "Mary, weep no more for me!
Page 185 - Mary dear, cold is my clay; It lies beneath a stormy sea; Far, far from thee I sleep in death; So, Mary, weep no more for me!
Page 111 - I give my soldier- boy a blade. Cool, calm and clear, the lucid flood In which its tempering work was done, As calm, as clear, as cool of mood, Be thou whene'er it sees the sun : For country's claim, at honor's call, For outraged friend, insulted maid, At mercy's voice to bid it fall, I give my soldier-boy a blade.
Page 141 - Northumberland. Sir Fardinando Wayneman knight and others of good fame: That noble Lord, his company, which to Virginia came And landed there: his number was One hundred Seaventy: then Ad to the rest and they make full, foure hundred able men. Where they unto their labour fall, as men that meane to thrive: Let's pray that heaven may blesse them all and keep them long alive.