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On the Grasshopper and Cricket
The poetry of earth is never dead; When all the birds are faint with for hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead; That is the Grasshopper's - he takes the lead In summer luxury, - he has never done With his delights; for when tired out with fun He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed. The poetry of earth is ceasing never: On a lone winter evening, when the frost Has wrought a silence, from the stove there shrills The Cricket's song, in warmth increasing ever, And seems to one in dowsiness half lost, The Grasshopper's among some grassy hills.
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Kinsey Keene
Your attention, Thomas Rhodes, president of the bank; Coolbaugh Whedon, editor of the Argus; Rev. Peet, pastor of the leading church; A.D. Blood, several times Mayor of Spoon River; And finally all of you, members of the Social Purity Club - Your attention to Cambronne’s dying words, Standing with the heroic remnant Of Napoleons guard on Mount Saint Jean At the battle field of Waterloo, When Maitland, the Englishman, called to them: “Surrender, brave Frenchmen! “ — There at dose of day with the battle hopelessly lost, And hordes of men no longer the army Of the great Napoleon Streamed from the field like ragged strips Of thunder clouds in the storm. Well, what Cambronne said to Maitland Ere the English fire made smooth the brow of the hill Against the sinking light of day Say I to you, and all of you, And to you, O world. And I charge you to carve it Upon my stone.
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Pluck this little flower and take it
Pluck this little flower and take it, delay not! I fear lest it droop and drop into the dust.
I may not find a place in thy garland, but honour it with a touch of pain from thy hand and pluck it. I fear lest the day end before I am aware, and the time of offering go by.
Though its colour be not deep and its smell be faint, use this flower in thy service and pluck it while there is time.
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