The weary August days are long; The locusts sing a plaintive song, The cattle miss their master's call When they see the sunset shadows fall.
Edmund Clarence Stedman
summer song fall
Men are egotists, and not all tolerant of one man's selfhood; they do not always deem the amities elective.
men egotism amity
Give us a man of God's own mould Born to marshall his fellow-men; One whose fame is not bought and sold At the stroke of a politician's pen. Give us the man of thousands ten, Fit to do as well as to plan; Give us a rallying-cry, and then Abraham Lincoln, give us a Man.
men rallying cry giving
War! war! war! Heaven aid the right! God move the hero's arm in the fearful fight! God send the women sleep in the long, long night, When the breasts on whose strength they leaned shall heave no more.
war hero moving
Let the winds blow! a fiercer gale Is wild within me! what may quell That sullen tempest? I must sail Whither, O whither, who can tell!
may blow wind
Natural emotion is the soul of poetry, as melody is of music; the same faults are engendered by over-study of either art; there is a lack of sincerity, of irresistible impulse in both the poet and the, composer.
art soul faults
Poetry is an art, and chief of the fine art; the easiest to dabble in, the hardest in which to reach true excellence.
art excellence chiefs
Is there a rarer being, Is there a fairer sphere Where the strong are not unseeing, And the harvests are not sere; Where, ere the seasons dwindle They yield their due return; Where the lamps of knowledge kindle While the flames of youth still burn?
strong future yield
A poet must sing for his own people.
people poet
The poet is a creator, not an iconoclast, and never will tamely endeavor to say in prose what can only be expressed in song.
song poet endeavor
A critic must accept what is best in a poet, and thus become his best encourager.
poet accepting critics
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