A poet must sing for his own people.
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… - Edmund Clarence Stedman
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…
- Edmund Clarence Stedman
Men are egotists, and not all tolerant of one man's selfhood; they do not always deem the amities elective. - Edmund Clarence Stedman
Men are egotists, and not all tolerant of one man's selfhood; they do not always deem the amities elective.
Faith and joy are the ascensive forces of song. - Edmund Clarence Stedman
Faith and joy are the ascensive forces of song.
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
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.
Yes, there's a luck in most things; and in none more than being born at the right time. - Edmund Clarence Stedman
Yes, there's a luck in most things; and in none more than being born at the right time.
A poet must sing for his own people. - Edmund Clarence Stedman
The imagination never dies. - Edmund Clarence Stedman
The imagination never dies.
Music waves eternal wands,-- Enchantress of the souls of mortals! - Edmund Clarence Stedman
Music waves eternal wands,-- Enchantress of the souls of mortals!
A critic must accept what is best in a poet, and thus become his best encourager. - Edmund Clarence Stedman
A critic must accept what is best in a poet, and thus become his best encourager.
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