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ISBN: 9780217448369

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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www. million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: UNFINISHED JlJ. E sought throughout his ill-kept desk, And found old manuscripts half done; Dissatisfied with every test, He sadly burned them, one by one. He trod the maze of memory And found the thread of plans half-laid Which cheered his step toward days more free, But breaking, left him still in Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www. million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: UNFINISHED JlJ. E sought throughout his ill-kept desk, And found old manuscripts half done; Dissatisfied with every test, He sadly burned them, one by one. He trod the maze of memory And found the thread of plans half-laid Which cheered his step toward days more free, But breaking, left him still in shade. Persistence, come with all thy meed, And stir us on to works complete! Thy panoply alone we need, To slay the Minatour Defeat. Charles Wii. bert Snow, '07 BEYOND L HROUGH the long years, as countless ages roll, The heart of man has ever blindly sought To fathom the beyond, and, dreaming, thought Of sunny lands where speeds the fettered soul, When eyelids close, when breaks the golden bowl And life's fair blood is spilt. Time's unseen hand Has dimmed the faith of old, and from the sand Has swept the footprints leading to that goal. But even yet, we know, when darkness yields To light, somewhere, there are Elysian fields; And by their streams, beneath their cloudless sky Our feet shall roam, 'mid voices of that sea Where storms come nevermore, and, sorrow-free, The far-off Islands of the Blessed lie. Harvey Waterman Thayer, '95 THE CARVED NAME VVNLY a name on the closet door, Carved fifty years ago or more, But it meets to-day the searching eye Of. a gray old stranger, lingering by His college home of yore. Plainly he reads the rough-carved line; Nothing artistic makes it fine; "Tis only one of the dozens there, Cut deep on the battered door with care By youths in the dead past time. Plainly he reads, but he cannot say What makes his heart throb so to-day; And his young guide wonders with surprise What causes the tears in the old man's eyes, And his sigh as he turns away. Johx Clair Minot, '96. Books, , Bowdoin-Verse-A-Collection-of-Poems-Contributed-by-Students-and-Alumni-to-the-Undergraduate-Publications-of-Bowdoin-Within-the-Past-Fifteen~~John-Clair-Minot, , , , , , , , , , General Books LLC<