Papers and Proceedings of the ... General Meeting of the American Library Association Held at ..., Band 40


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Seite 195 - The majority of the investigations were carried on during the latter part of the nineteenth and early part of the twentieth century, but a few investigators have continued the study to the present day.
Seite 77 - That here at midnight, in our little town A mourning figure walks, and will not rest, Near the old court-house pacing up and down, Or by his homestead, or in shadowed yards He lingers where his children used to play, Or through the market, on the well-worn stones He stalks until the dawn-stars burn away. A bronzed, lank man! His suit of ancient black, A famous high top-hat and plain worn shawl Make him the quaint great figure that men love, The prairie-lawyer, master of us all.
Seite 74 - They guide to valley and ridge's end. The kestrel hovering by day, And the little owls that call by night, Bid him be swift and keen as they, As keen of ear, as swift of sight. The blackbird sings to him, 'Brother, brother, If this be the last song you shall sing, Sing well, for you may not sing another; Brother, sing.
Seite 75 - In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields.
Seite 73 - The naked earth is warm with spring, And with green grass and bursting trees Leans to the sun's gaze glorying, And quivers In the sunny breeze; And life Is colour and warmth and light, And a striving evermore for these; And he is dead who will not fight; And who dies fighting has increase.
Seite 78 - Belgium and my doom. / gave my life for freedom — This I know : For those who bade me fight had told me so.
Seite 287 - What we seek is the reign of law, based upon the consent of the governed and sustained by the organized opinion of mankind.
Seite 75 - How still this quiet cornfield is to-night ! By an intenser glow the evening falls, Bringing, not darkness, but a deeper light ; Among the stocks a partridge covey calls. The windows glitter on the distant hill ; Beyond the hedge the sheep-bells in the fold Stumble on sudden music and are still ; The forlorn pinewoods droop above the wold. An endless quiet valley reaches out Past the blue hills into the evening sky ; Over the stubble, cawing, goes a rout Of rooks from harvest, flagging as they fly.
Seite 74 - Nor lead nor steel shall reach him, so That it be not the Destined Will. The thundering line of battle stands, And in the air Death moans and sings ; But Day shall clasp him with strong hands, And Night shall fold him in soft wings.

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