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Little Red Tom Little Red Tom

Little Red Tom
My Uncle Peter was much interested in the war which broke out, not long ago, among the professional nature-writers. He said that it was a civil war, and therefore a philosopher was bound to be regardful of it, because a civil war always involved subtle problems of psychology. He also said that it was a most uncivil war, and that the picturesque violence of the language employed on both sides was intrinsically noteworthy to a philologist, and therefore he felt obliged to follow it with care. When the Chief Magistrate of his native country took a hand in it, my Uncle... Short Stories - Post by : homebizgateway - Date : December 2010 - Author : Henry Van Dyke - Read : 3786

Between The Lupin And The Laurel Between The Lupin And The Laurel

Between The Lupin And The Laurel
No other time of the year, on our northern Atlantic seaboard, is so alluring, so delicate and subtle in its charm, as that which follows the fading of the bright blue lupins in the meadows and along the banks of the open streams, and precedes the rosy flush of myriad laurels in full bloom on the half-wooded hillsides, and in the forest glades, and under the lofty shadow of the groves of yellow pine. Then, for a little while, the spring delays to bourgeon into summer: the woodland maid lingers at the garden gate of womanhood, reluctant to enter and leave... Short Stories - Post by : commish - Date : December 2010 - Author : Henry Van Dyke - Read : 3841

Among The Quantock Hills Among The Quantock Hills

Among The Quantock Hills
My little Dorothea was the only one of the merry crowd who cared to turn aside with me from the beaten tourist-track, and give up the sight of another English cathedral for the sake of a quiet day among the Quantock Hills. Was it the literary association of that little corner of Somersetshire with the names of Wordsworth and Coleridge that attracted her, I wonder? Or was it the promise that we would hire a dog-cart, if one could be found, and that she should be the driver all through the summer day? I confess my incompetence to decide the question.... Short Stories - Post by : PKNAUSS - Date : December 2010 - Author : Henry Van Dyke - Read : 2022

Books That I Loved As A Boy Books That I Loved As A Boy

Books That I Loved As A Boy
"It is one thing," said my Uncle Peter, "to be perfectly honest. But it is quite another thing to tell the truth.""Are you honest in that remark," I asked, "or are you merely telling the truth?""Both," he answered, with twinkling eyes, "for that is an abstract remark, in which species of discourse truth-telling is comparatively easy. Abstract remarks are a great relief to the lazy honest man. They spare him the trouble of meticulous investigation of unimportant facts. But a concrete remark, touching upon a number of small details, is full of traps for the truth-teller.""You agree, then," said I, "with... Short Stories - Post by : johnb - Date : December 2010 - Author : Henry Van Dyke - Read : 3957

His Other Engagement His Other Engagement

His Other Engagement
Among the annals of the Petrine Club, which has for its motto the wise words of St. Peter, "I go a-fishing," there are several profitable tales. Next to the story of Beekman De Peyster's fatal success in transforming a fairly good wife into a ferocious angler, probably the most instructive is the singular adventure that befell Bolton Chichester in taking a brief vacation while he was engaged to be married. And having already told the former story as an example of the vicissitudes of "Fisherman's Luck," I now propose to narrate the latter as a striking illustration of what may happen... Short Stories - Post by : homeamerica - Date : December 2010 - Author : Henry Van Dyke - Read : 2368

A Holiday In A Vacation A Holiday In A Vacation

A Holiday In A Vacation
It was really a good little summer resort where the boy and I were pegging away at our vacation. There were the mountains conveniently arranged, with pleasant trails running up all of them, carefully marked with rustic but legible guide-posts; and there was the sea comfortably besprinkled with islands, among which one might sail around and about, day after day, not to go anywhere, but just to enjoy the motion and the views; and there were cod and haddock swimming over the outer ledges in deep water, waiting to be fed with clams at any time, and on fortunate days ridiculously... Short Stories - Post by : maurypb - Date : December 2010 - Author : Henry Van Dyke - Read : 3518

Days Off Days Off

Days Off
"A day off" said my Uncle Peter, settling down in his chair before the open wood-fire, with that air of complacent obstinacy which spreads over him when he is about to confess and expound his philosophy of life,--"a day off is a day that a man takes to himself.""You mean a day of luxurious solitude," I said, "a stolen sweet of time, which he carries away into some hidden corner to enjoy alone,--a little-Jack-Horner kind of a day?""Not at all," said my Uncle Peter; "solitude is a thing which a man hardly ever enjoys by himself. He may practise it from... Short Stories - Post by : sharonski - Date : December 2010 - Author : Henry Van Dyke - Read : 2253

War Music War Music

War Music
Break off! Dance no more! Danger is at the door. Music is in arms. To signal war's alarms,Hark, a sudden trumpet calling Over the hillWhy are you calling, trumpet, calling? What is your will? Men, men, men!Men who are ready to fightFor their country's life, and the right.Of a liberty-loving land to be Free, free, free!Free from a tyrant's chain,Free from dishonor's stain,Free to guard and maintainAll that her fathers fought for,All that her sons have wrought for, Resolute, brave, and free! Call again, trumpet, call again, Call up the men! Do you hear the storm of cheers Mingled with the... Poems - Post by : radicalman - Date : December 2010 - Author : Henry Van Dyke - Read : 3887

The Camp-fires Of My Friend The Camp-fires Of My Friend

The Camp-fires Of My Friend
THE CAMP-FIRES OF MY FRIENDThou hast taken me into thy tent of the world, O God,Beneath thy blue canopy I have found shelter,Therefore thou wilt not deny me the right of a guest.Naked and poor I arrived at thy door before sunset:Thou hast refreshed me with beautiful bowls of milk,As a great chief thou hast set forth food in abundance.I have loved the daily delights of thy dwelling,Thy moon and thy stars have lighted me to my bed,In the morning I have made merry with thy servants.Surely thou wilt not send me away in the darkness?There the enemy Death is lying... Poems - Post by : martindemadrid - Date : December 2010 - Author : Henry Van Dyke - Read : 2049

The Good Teacher The Good Teacher

The Good Teacher
The Lord is my teacher,I shall not lose the way.He leadeth me in the lowly path of learning,He prepareth a lesson for me every day;He bringeth me to the clear fountains of instruction,Little by little he showeth me the beauty of truth.The world is a great book that he hath written,He turneth the leaves for me slowly;They are inscribed with images and letters,He poureth light on the pictures and the words.He taketh me by the hand to the hill-top of vision,And my soul is glad when I perceive his meaning;In the valley also he walketh beside me,In the dark places he... Poems - Post by : mindbitz - Date : December 2010 - Author : Henry Van Dyke - Read : 3588

The Tribe Of The Helpers The Tribe Of The Helpers

The Tribe Of The Helpers
The ways of the world are full of haste and turmoil;I will sing of the tribe of the helpers who travel in peace.He that turneth from the road to rescue another,Turneth toward his goal:He shall arrive in time by the foot-path of mercy,God will be his guide.He that taketh up the burden of the fainting,Lighteneth his own load:The Almighty will put his arms underneath him,He shall lean upon the Lord.He that speaketh comfortable words to mourners,Healeth his own hurt;In the time of grief they will come to his remembrance.God will use them for balm.He that careth for a wounded brother,Watcheth not... Poems - Post by : pedantic - Date : December 2010 - Author : Henry Van Dyke - Read : 1725

The Glory Of Ruins The Glory Of Ruins

The Glory Of Ruins
The lizard rested on the rock while I sat among the ruins,And the pride of man was like a vision of the night.Lo, the lords of the city have disappeared into darkness,The ancient wilderness hath swallowed up all their work.There is nothing left of the city but a heap of fragments;The bones of a vessel broken by the storm.Behold the waves of the desert wait hungrily for man's dwellings,And the tides of desolation return upon his toil.All that he hath painfully built up is shaken down in a moment,The memory of his glory is buried beneath the billows of sand.Then a... Poems - Post by : HSPost - Date : December 2010 - Author : Henry Van Dyke - Read : 3029

The Pathway Of Rivers The Pathway Of Rivers

The Pathway Of Rivers
The rivers of God are full of water,They are wonderful in the renewal of their strength,He poureth them out from a hidden fountain.They are born among the hills in the high places,Their cradle is in the bosom of the rocks,The mountain is their mother and the forest is their father.They are nourished among the long grasses,They receive the tribute of a thousand springs,The rain and the snow provide their inheritance.They are glad to be gone from their birthplace,With a joyful noise they hasten away,They are going forever and never departed.The courses of the rivers are all appointed;They roar loudly but they... Poems - Post by : petertaylor - Date : December 2010 - Author : Henry Van Dyke - Read : 2093

The Friendly Trees The Friendly Trees

The Friendly Trees
I will sing of the bounty of the big trees,They are the green tents of the Almighty,He hath set them up for comfort and for shelter.Their cords hath he knotted in the earth,He hath driven their stakes securely,Their roots take hold of the rocks like iron.He sendeth into their bodies the sap of life,They lift themselves lightly toward the heavens.They rejoice in the broadening of their branches.Their leaves drink in the sunlight and the air,They talk softly together when the breeze bloweth,Their shadow in the noon-day is full of coolness.The tall palm-trees of the plain are rich in fruit,While the fruit... Poems - Post by : csawyer1 - Date : December 2010 - Author : Henry Van Dyke - Read : 1739

The Great Cities The Great Cities

The Great Cities
How wonderful are the cities that man hath builded:Their walls are compacted of heavy stones,And their lofty towers rise above the tree-tops.Rome, Jerusalem, Cairo, Damascus,--Venice, Constantinople, Moscow, Pekin,--London, New York, Berlin, Paris, Vienna,--These are the names of mighty enchantments,They have called to the ends of the earth,They have secretly summoned a host of servants.They shine from far sitting beside great waters,They are proudly enthroned upon high hills,They spread out their splendour along the rivers.Yet are they all the work of small patient fingers,Their strength is in the hand of man,He hath woven his flesh and blood into their glory.The cities are... Poems - Post by : supportb - Date : December 2010 - Author : Henry Van Dyke - Read : 3655

The Welcome Tent The Welcome Tent

The Welcome Tent
This is the thanksgiving of the weary,The song of him that is ready to rest.It is good to be glad when the day is declining,And the setting of the sun is like a word of peace.The stars look kindly on the close of a journey,The tent says welcome when the day's march is done.For now is the time of the laying down of burdens,And the cool hour cometh to them that have borne the heat.I have rejoiced greatly in labour and adventure;My heart hath been enlarged in the spending of my strength.Now it is all gone, yet I am not impoverished,For... Poems - Post by : martindemadrid - Date : December 2010 - Author : Henry Van Dyke - Read : 1157

The Distant Road The Distant Road

The Distant Road
Blessed is the man that beholdeth the face of a friend in a far country,The darkness of his heart is melted by the dawning of day within him,It is like the sound of a sweet music heard long ago and half forgotten:It is like the coming back of birds to a wood when the winter is ended.I knew not the sweetness of the fountain till I found it flowing in the desert,Nor the value of a friend till we met in a land that was crowded and lonely.The multitude of mankind had bewildered me and oppressed me,And I complained to God,... Poems - Post by : webtraffic1 - Date : December 2010 - Author : Henry Van Dyke - Read : 2183

Salute To The Trees Salute To The Trees

Salute To The Trees
Many a tree is found in the woodAnd every tree for its use is good:Some for the strength of the gnarled root,Some for the sweetness of flower or fruit;Some for shelter against the storm,And some to keep the hearth-stone warm;Some for the roof, and some for the beam,And some for a boat to breast the stream;--In the wealth of the wood since the world beganThe trees have offered their gifts to man.But the glory of trees is more than their gifts:'Tis a beautiful wonder of life that lifts,From a wrinkled seed in an earth-bound clod,A column, an arch in the temple... Poems - Post by : saumil_p - Date : December 2010 - Author : Henry Van Dyke - Read : 3023

Two Schools Two Schools

Two Schools
I put my heart to schoolIn the world men grow wise,"Go out," I said, "and learn the rule;"Come back when you win a prize."My heart came back again:"Now where is the prize?" I cried.--"The rule was false, and the prize was pain,"And the teacher's name was Pride."I put my heart to schoolIn the woods veeries sing,And brooks run cool and clear;In the fields wild flowers spring,And the blue of heaven bends near."Go out," I said: "you are half a fool,"But perhaps they can teach you here.""And why do you stay so long,"My heart, and where do you roam?"The... Poems - Post by : samjam - Date : December 2010 - Author : Henry Van Dyke - Read : 1897

The Signs Of The Zodiac The Signs Of The Zodiac

The Signs Of The Zodiac
Who knows how many thousand years agoThe twelvefold Zodiac was made to showThe course of stars above and men below?The great sun plows his furrow by its "lines":From all its "houses" mystic meaning shines:Deep lore of life is written in its "signs." _Aries_--Sacrifice.Snow-white and sacred is the sacrificeThat Heaven demands for what our heart doth prize:The man who fears to suffer, ne'er can rise. _Taurus_--Strength.Rejoice, my friend, if God has made you strong:Put forth your force to move the world along:Yet never shame your strength to do a wrong. _Gemini_--Brotherhood.Bitter his life who lives for self alone,Poor would he be with... Poems - Post by : jrleech - Date : December 2010 - Author : Henry Van Dyke - Read : 1072