Poems with rhymes of salute

With banners furled and clarions mute,
An army passes in the night;
And beaming spears and helms salute

Instruct me how to thank thee ! Oh, to shoot
My soul's full meaning into future years,
That they should lend it utterance, and salute

The Marshall wrote: "to your salute
Please pardon us for not replying;
To shatter you we cannot shoot . . .

Instruct me how to thank thee ! Oh, to shoot
My soul's full meaning into future years,
That they should lend it utterance, and salute

Who fought the cur and brute—
My horsemen from the skyline
Are drawn up to salute!

Savoured of sleep; and cluster and curled shoot
Seemed from another hand like shame's salute,—

Their feathered mates salute?
They tell their passion in their words:
Must I alone be mute?"

Voices bring soft salute,
Music of harp and flute.

Instruct me how to thank thee! Oh, to shoot
My soul's full meaning into future years,
That they should lend it utterance, and salute

Honor and reverence, and the good repute
That follows faithful service as its fruit,
Be unto him, whom living we salute.

Instruct me how to thank thee! Oh, to shoot
My soul's full meaning into future years,
That they should lend it utterance, and salute

Let its grapes the morn salute
From a nocturnal root,

'When all the guns have fired their last salute,
And the tongues of all the world are mute,

Bid them welcome, drum and flute,
Nor be your cannon mute,
Give them chivalrous salute--

Even since they cast off boyhood, I salute
The song saluting friends whose songs are mute

'Then, full of wrath, she kick'd each lazy brute;
Alas! I envied even that salute:

'Then, full of wrath, she kick'd each lazy brute;
Alas! I envied even that salute:

But they fought it out between them, till the undefeated brute
Made a humorous obeisance at the General Salute!

littered with brown rotten fruit.
The spider's salute.

A guy of great repute
He was "good for nothing" heir of the Bronx salute