“The Last of His Tribe,” a Poem
A sorrowful, melancholy poem with which many can identify, in some way or other. The Last of His Tribe, author unknown (maybe James B. Marsh) …
A sorrowful, melancholy poem with which many can identify, in some way or other. The Last of His Tribe, author unknown (maybe James B. Marsh) …
Happy the man, and happy he alone, He, who can call today his own: He, who, secure within, can say Tomorrow, do thy worst, for …
Introduction: “I first met Heiric several years ago. We farriers trim mostly geldings or mares. Stallions are the occasional exception. Most of the stallions I …
Where in this wide worldCan man find nobility without pride,Friendship without envy,Or beauty without vanity?Here, where grace is served with muscleAnd strength by gentleness confinedHe …
Courage is the price that Life exacts for granting peace.The soul that knows it not Knows no release from little things: Knows not the livid loneliness of …
I marvel how Nature could ever find spaceFor so many strange contrasts in one human face:There’s thought and no thought, and there’s paleness and bloomAnd …
Did you tackle that trouble that came your wayWith a resolute heart and cheerful?Or hide your face from the light of dayWith a craven soul …
Thick is the darkness –Sunward, O, sunward!Rough is the highway –Onward, still onward!Dawn harbours surelyEast of the shadows.Facing us somewhereSpread the sweet meadows.Upward and forward!Time …
It’s good to do the hard job, for it’s good to play the man,For the hard job strengthens courage which the easy never can,And the …
You are the fellow that has to decide Whether you’ll do it or toss it aside.You are the fellow who makes up your mindWhether you’ll …