Some day this old Broadway shall climb to the skies,
As a ribbon of cloud on a soul-wind shall rise,
And we shall be lifted, rejoicing by night.
Till we join with the planets who choir their delight.
The signs in the streets and the signs in the skies
Shall make a new Zodiac, guiding the wise,
And Broadway make one with that marvelous stair
That is climbed by the rainbow-clad spirits of prayer.
Up in the heights of the evening skies I see my City of Cities float
In sunset's golden and crimson dyes: I look and a great joy clutches my throat!
Plateau of roofs by canyons crossed: windows by thousands fire-furled—
O gazing, how the heart is lost in the Deepest City in the World.
Just where the Treasury's marble front
Looks over Wall Street's mingled nations,—
Where Jews and Gentiles most are wont
To throng for trade and last quotations;
Where, hour, by hour, the rates of gold
Outrival, in the ears of people,
The quarter-chimes, serenely tolled
From Trinity's undaunted steeple.
Lo! body and soul!—this land!
Mighty Manhattan, with spires, and
The sparkling and hurrying tides, and the ships;
The varied and ample land,—the South
And the North in the light—Ohio's shores, and
flashing Missouri,
And ever the far-spreading prairies, covered with grass and corn.
NEWS
(See also Journalism, Novelty)
Where village statesmen talk'd with looks profound.
And news much older than their ale went round.
It is good news, worthy of all acceptation, and
yet not too good to be true.
Matthew Henry—Commentaries. ITimothv.
I. 15.
Stay a little, and news will find you.
| author = Herbert
| work = Jacula Prudentum.
What, what, what,
What's the news from Swat?
Sad news,
Bad news,
Comes by the cable; led
Through the Indian Ocean's bed,
Through the Persian Gulf, the Red
Sea, and the Mediterranean—he's dead;
The Akhoond is dead.
George Thomas Lanigan—The Akhoond of
Swat. Written after seeing the item in the
London papers, Jan. 22, 1878, "The
Akhoond of Swat is dead."
Who, or why, or which, or what,
Is the Akhond of Swat?
Edward Lear—The Akhond of Swat.
111 news, madam,
Are swallow-winged, but what's good Walks on crutches.
News, news, news, my gossiping friends,
I have wonderful news to tell,
A lady by me her compliments sends;
And this is the news from Hell!
.He's gone, and who knows how he may report
Thy words by adding fuel to the flame?
For evil news rides post, while good news baits.
| author = Milton
| work = Samson Agonistes. L. 1,538.
As cold waters to a thirsty soul, so is good
news from a far country.
Proverbs. XXV. 25.
Ram thou thy fruitful tidings in mine ears,
That long time have been barren.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act II. Sc. 5. L. 24 #
is Prithee, friend,
Pour out the pack of matter to mine ear,
The good and bad together.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act II. Sc. 5. L. 53.
Though it be honest, it is never good
To bring bad news; give to a gracious message
An host of tongues; but let ill tidings tell
Themselves when they be felt..
Antony and Cleopatra. Act II. Sc. 5. L. 85.
Here comes Monsieur le Beau
With his mouth full of news,
Which he will put on us, as pigeons feed their
young.
Then shall we be news-crammed.
As You Like It. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 96.
If it be summer news,
Smile to 't before: if winterly, thou need'st
But keep that countenance still.
Cymbeline. Act III. Sc. 4. L. 12.
