. One hundred and one famous poems, with a prose supplement. obin and wren,But always the path that is narrow And straight, for the children of men. Tis not in the pages of story The heart of its ills to beguile,Though he who makes courtship to glory Gives all that he hath for her when from her heights he has won her, Alas! it is only to proveThat nothings so sacred as honor, And nothing so loyal as love! We cannot make bargains for blisses, Nor catch them like fishes in nets;And sometimes the thing our life misses Helps more than the thing which it good lieth not in pursuin
. One hundred and one famous poems, with a prose supplement. obin and wren,But always the path that is narrow And straight, for the children of men. Tis not in the pages of story The heart of its ills to beguile,Though he who makes courtship to glory Gives all that he hath for her when from her heights he has won her, Alas! it is only to proveThat nothings so sacred as honor, And nothing so loyal as love! We cannot make bargains for blisses, Nor catch them like fishes in nets;And sometimes the thing our life misses Helps more than the thing which it good lieth not in pursuing, Nor gaining of great nor of small,But just in the doing, and doing As we would be done by, is all. Page One Hundred and Eleven ©as ^inttbxtb. ztnh <Qnz Zfztmtms f oems Through envy, through malice, through hating. Against the world, early and late,No jot of our courage abating— Our part is to work and to slight is the sting of his trouble Whose winnings are less than his worth;For he who is honest is noble, Whatever his fortunes or The Minuet Mary Mapes Dodge (Born January 26, 1838; Died August 21,1905) Grandma told me all about it, Told me so I couldnt doubt it, How she danced, my grandma danced; long ag How she held her pretty head, How her dainty skirt she spread, How she slowly leaned and rose—long ago. Grandmas hair was bright and sunny,Dimpled cheeks, too, oh, how funny!Really quite a pretty girl—long her! why, she wears a cap,Grandma does, and takes a napEvery single day: and yetGrandma danced the minuet—long ago. Modern ways are quite alarming,Grandma says, but boys were charming(Girls and boys she means, of course) long but modest, grandly shy;She would like to have us tryJust to feel like those who metIn the graceful minuet—long ago. From Along the Was. Copyright by Charles Scribners Sons. Page One Hundred and Twelve @tt£ JXmt&rafe unit <®ttz ^nmttvis |^ms
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