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In all climes we pitch out tents, Cronies of the elements, With the secret lords of birth Intimate and free. |
| The Wander-lovers. |
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The people blossoms armies and puts forth The splendid summer of its noiseless might. |
| The Call of the Bugles. |
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| The great white cold walks abroad! |
| Dartmouth Winter-song. |
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Nor love they least Who strike with right good will To vanquish ill And fight Gods battle upward from the beast. |
| Bugles. |
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Who would not rather founder in the fight Than not have known the glory of the fray? |
| Two and Fate. |
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Praise be to you, O hills, that you can breathe Into our souls the secret of your power! |
| Comrades. |
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Spring in the world! And all things are made new! |
| Spring. |
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For t is always fair weather When good fellows get together With a stein on the table and a good song ringing clear. |
| Spring. |
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The East and the West in the spring of the world shall blend 1 As a man and a woman that plight Their troth in the warm spring night. |
| Spring. |
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| How loving is the Lord God and how strong withal! |
| Benzaquen. |
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Shall the iron argue with the smith what it would be? Or, shall the wrought iron reason with the monger To whom it would be sold? |
| Benzaquen. |
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Love seeks a guerdon; friendship is as God, Who gives and asks no payment. |
| The Marriage of Guenevere. Act i. Sc. 1. |
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| Fair weather weddings make fair weather lives. |
| The Marriage of Guenevere. Act i. Sc. 3. |
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There is no sorrow like a love denied Nor any joy like love that has its will. |
| The Marriage of Guenevere. Act i. Sc. 3. |
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There are worser ills to face Than foemen in the fray; And many a man has fought because He feared to run away. |
| The Marriage of Guenevere. Act. iv. Sc. 3. |
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I have need of the sky, I have business with the grass; I will up and get me away where the hawk is wheeling Lone and high, And the slow clouds go by. I will get me away to the waters that glass The clouds as they pass. I will get me away to the woods. |
| I have Need of the Sky. |