Songs and Ballads of Greater BritainEdmund Arthur Helps J.M. Dent & Sons, 1913 - 359 pages |
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Bateese beauty beeg beneath birds Blanchisseuse blood blue brave breast breath bright Canadian canoe CHARLES MAIR CHARLES SANGSTER cheer Clote-Scarp Curé dark dead death deep Docteur Fiset dreams DUNCAN CAMPBELL SCOTT earth eyes face fair fear flowers forest gleam gold golden green hear heard heart heaven heem hees HELENA COLEMAN hill Hinemoa Injuns ISABELLA VALANCY CRAWFORD Jacques Cartier JEAN BLEWETT Johnnie Corteau lake land Laura Secord leetle light lonely maiden Missipowistic mist moon morning mountain never night o'er PAULINE JOHNSON peace pine plain poems prairie pride Qu'Apelle river roar Rotorua Saint Malo shadows shore silent sing sleep smile snow song soul spirit stars stream strong summer sweet Taapookaa thar thee thou tide trees Twas voice w'en waves whip-poor-will whisper White Man's burden wild wind wonder woods Yukon
Popular passages
Page xiii - Take up the White Man's burden — Send forth the best ye breed — Go bind your sons to exile To serve your captives' need; To wait in heavy harness On fluttered folk and wild — Your new-caught, sullen peoples, Half devil and half child. Take up the White Man's Burden...
Page 285 - Afar in the desert I love to ride, With the silent Bush-boy alone by my side...
Page 285 - Hath rarely crossed with his roving clan : A region of emptiness, howling and drear, Which man hath abandoned from famine and fear ; Which the snake and the lizard inhabit alone, With the twilight bat from the yawning stone ; Where grass, nor herb, nor shrub takes root, Save poisonous thorns that pierce the foot...
Page 189 - Came back again for that! before it left, The dying sunset kindled through a cleft: The hills, like giants at a hunting, lay, Chin upon hand, to see the game at bay, "Now stab and end the creature to the heft!
Page xiv - Take up the White man's burden And reap his old reward: The blame of those ye better, The hate of those ye guard The cry of hosts ye humour (Ah, slowly!) toward the light: "Why brought ye us from bondage, "Our loved Egyptian night?
Page 69 - No! There's the land. (Have you seen it?) It's the cussedest land that I know, From the big, dizzy mountains that screen it, To the deep, deathlike valleys below. Some say God was tired when He made it; Some say it's a fine land to shun; Maybe: but there's some as would trade it For no land on earth — and I'm one.
Page 70 - There's a land where the mountains are nameless, And the rivers all run God knows where; There are lives that are erring and aimless, And deaths that just hang by a hair; There are hardships that nobody reckons; There are valleys unpeopled and still; There's a land - oh, it beckons and beckons And I want to go back - and I will.
Page 285 - A region of drought, where no river glides, Nor rippling brook with osiered sides; Where sedgy pool, nor bubbling fount, Nor tree, nor cloud, nor misty mount, Appears, to refresh the aching eye; But the barren earth and the burning sky, And the blank horizon, round and round, Spread, — void of living sight or sound.
Page 189 - Tis somewhat late to trouble. This I know, I should live the same life over, if I had to live again; And the chances are I go where most men go. The deep blue skies wax dusky and the tall green trees grow dim, The sward beneath me seems to heave and fall, And sickly, smoky shadows through the sleepy sunlight swim, And on the very sun's face weave their pall. Let me slumber in the hollow where the wattle blossoms wave, With never stone or rail to fence my bed; Should the sturdy station children pull...
Page xiv - Take up the White Man's burden — Ye dare not stoop to less — Nor call too loud on Freedom To cloak your weariness; By all ye cry or whisper, By all ye leave or do, The silent, sullen peoples Shall weigh your Gods and you.