Literature of South Dakota: O. W. Coursey

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Educator Supply Company,., 1916 - 358 páginas
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Página 128 - Knowledge never learned of schools, Of the wild bee's morning chase, Of the wild flower's time and place, Flight of fowl and habitude Of the tenants of the wood ; How the tortoise bears his shell, How the woodchuck digs his cell, And the ground-mole sinks his well; How the robin feeds her young, How the oriole's nest is hung...
Página 5 - And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares, that infest the day, Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
Página 290 - For humanity sweeps onward ; where to-day the martyr stands, On the morrow crouches Judas with the silver in his hands ; Far in front the cross stands ready and the crackling fagots burn, While the hooting mob of yesterday in silent awe return To glean up the scattered ashes into history's golden urn.
Página 110 - I hear the reapers' far-off hum. So faint and far, It seems the drone Of bee or Beetle; seems to come From far-off, fragrant, fruity zone, A land of plenty, where, Toward the sun, as hasting there, The colors run before the wind's feet In the wheat. The wild hawk swoops To his prey in the deeps; The sunflower droops To the lazy wave; the wind sleeps — Then...
Página 110 - Like liquid gold the wheat field lies, A marvel of yellow and green, That ripples and runs, that floats and flies, With the subtle shadows, the change — the sheen That plays in the golden hair of a girl. A cloud flies there — A ripple of amber — a flare Of light flows after.
Página 285 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men. A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell...
Página 292 - Some are in the church-yard laid — some sleep beneath the sea; But few are left of our old class, excepting you and me ; And when our time shall come, Tom, and we are called to go, I hope they'll lay us where we played just twenty years ago.
Página 52 - I've begun And give me work that's open to the sky; Make me a pardner of the wind and sun, And I won't ask a life that's soft or high. Let me be easy on the man that's down; Let me be square and generous with all.
Página 53 - im up and spur 'im till he's broke." Then one caper of repulsion Broke that hawse's back in two. Cinches snapped in the convulsion; Skyward man and saddle flew. Up he mounted, never laggin', While we watched him through our tears, And his last thin bit of braggin' Came a-droppin
Página 288 - I'ma pilgrim, and I'ma stranger; I can tarry, I can tarry but a night. Do not detain me, for I am going To where the fountains are ever flowing.

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