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Arthur Sherburne Hardy Poems

  • J. E. B
    Not all the pageant of the setting sun
    Should yield the tired eyes of man delight,
    No sweet beguiling power had stars at night
    To soothe his fainting heart when day is done, ...
  • With April Arbutus, To A Friend
    Fairer than we the woods of May,
    Yet sweeter blossoms do not grow
    Than these we send you from our snow,
    Cramped are their stems by winter's cold,...
  • Songs Of Two
    I

    Last night I dreamed this dream: That I was dead;
    And as I slept, forgot of man and God,...
  • On The Fly-leaf Of The Rubaiyat
    Deem not this book a creed, ‘t is but the cry
    Of one who fears not death, yet would not die;
    Who at the table feigns with sorry jest.
    To love the wine the Master's hand has pressed,...
  • On Ne Badine Pas Avec La Mort
    1

    The dew was full of sun that morn
    (Oh I heard the doves in the ladyricks coop!)...
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Sweet 7 Love 6 Soul 6 Night 6 I Love You 6 Dear 5 Hear 5 Pain 4 Sun 4 Heart 4


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Wcuspeccoll: & autograph from arthur sherburne hardy (1847-1930) that reads: “faithfully yours, arthur s. hardy. legation of the united states. teheran, persia. may 14th 1898”. hardy served as an ambassador to several countries; in 1898, he was the u.s. minister to persia, now known as iran.
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Manas_akram: 1912 arthur sherburne hardy aurelie - children's story with scarce dustjacket
Wonsunstar: arthur sherburne hardy  (august 13, 1847 - march 14, 1930) was an american engineer, educator, editor,diplomat, novelist, and poet.
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We're hiking along at a two-forty pace
We 're making life seem like a man-killing race,
With our nerves all on edge and our jaws firmly set
We go rushing along; with our brows lined with sweat
And our cheeks pale and drawn every minute we dash,
And the goal that we 're after is merely more cash.

We 're out for the money, the greenbacks and gold,
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