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Actions Speak Louder Than Words

Table of Contents

  1. Saying and Doing by Anonymous
  2. "Talk is Cheap" by Anonymous
  3. "Talk Is Cheap." by Anonymous
  4. The Solitary Reaper by William Wordsworth
  5. Which Loved Best by Joy Allison
  6. A Song of the Silent Souls by Anonymous
  7. Deed by Emily Dickinson
  8. Cheerfulness by Edwin Oscar Gale
  9. Actions Speak Louder Than Words by Anonymous

  1. Saying and Doing

    It isn't the talk that will count, boys,
    But the doing that springs from the talk.
    To what will your walking amount, boys.
    With no goal at the end of your walk?

    – Amos Russel Wells
    Saying and Doing
    by Amos Russel Wells

    It isn't the talk that will count, boys,
    But the doing that springs from the talk.
    To what will your walking amount, boys.
    With no goal at the end of your walk?

    What's the use of a ladder set up, boys,
    With the end resting only on air?
    What's the use of a nobly filled cup boys,
    If no one to drink it is there?

    What's the use of a capital plan, boys,
    That never is more than a scheme?
    He makes a poor, scatter brained man boys,
    That begins in his boyhood to dream.

    No; talk on and plan as you will, boys,
    But remember, if you would succeed.
    It isn't the talk that shows skill, boys,
    But the end of the talking,—the deed!

  2. "Talk is Cheap"

    by Anonymous

    "Oh, talk is cheap," says Uncle Ez,
    "Is now and always was;
    It isn't what a fellow says,
    It's what a fellow does."

  3. "Talk Is Cheap."

    When big words from nothing leap,
    "Talk is cheap," for life is cheap.

    – Anonymous
    "Talk Is Cheap."
    by Anonymous

    When the tongue, with ready art,
    Bodies forth a servile heart;
    When its vows forgotten fade
    Speedily as they are made;
    When it raises honor high,
    But its own life is a lie;
    When big words from nothing leap,
    "Talk is cheap," for life is cheap.

    When the tongue with carefulness
    Tells the truth, nor more nor less;
    When it boldly dares to speak
    For the wronged and for the weak;
    When with modesty and grace
    Talk adorns a homely place;
    When it comes from sources deep,
    Talk is anything but cheap.

    "Speech is silver," sages sing;
    "Silence is a golden thing."
    Other doctrine do I hold:
    Talk is gold when life is gold.

  4. The Solitary Reaper

    by William Wordsworth

    Behold her, single in the field,
    Yon solitary Highland Lass!
    Reaping and singing by herself;
    Stop here, or gently pass!
    Alone she cuts and binds the grain,
    And sings a melancholy strain;
    O listen! for the Vale profound
    Is overflowing with the sound.

    No Nightingale did ever chaunt
    More welcome notes to weary bands
    Of Travellers in some shady haunt,
    Among Arabian sands:
    A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard
    In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird,
    Breaking the silence of the seas
    Among the farthest Hebrides.

    Will no one tell me what she sings?
    Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow
    For old, unhappy, far-off things,
    And battles long ago:
    Or is it some more humble lay,
    Familiar matter of to-day?
    Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain,
    That has been, and may be again!

    Whate'er the theme, the Maiden sang
    As if her song could have no ending;
    I saw her singing at her work,
    And o'er the sickle bending;—
    I listened, motionless and still;
    And, as I mounted up the hill,
    The music in my heart I bore,
    Long after it was heard no more.

  5. Which Loved Best

    by Joy Allison

    "I love you, mother," said little John;
    Then, forgetting work, his cap went on,
    And he was off to the garden swing,
    Leaving his mother the wood to bring.

    "I love you, mother," said rosy Nell;
    "I love you better than tongue can tell;"
    Then she teased and pouted full half the day,
    Till her mother rejoiced when she went to play.

    "I love you, mother," said little Fan;
    "To-day I'll help you all I can;
    How glad I am that school doesn't keep!"
    So she rocked the baby till it fell asleep.

    Then, stepping softly, she took the broom,
    And swept the floor, and dusted the room;
    Busy and happy all day was she,
    Helpful and cheerful as child could be.

    "I love you, mother," again they said—
    Three little children going to bed;
    How do you think that mother guessed
    Which of them really loved her best?

  6. A Song of the Silent Souls

    by Anonymous

    Some can talk, sagacious, tender,
    Strong discourse and rare;
    Others fill the room with splendor
    Just by being there.

    Some can drive the world to duty
    By a brandished knife
    Others by the silent beauty
    Of a loving life

    Some are praised to highest heaven
    Through a brilliant hour;
    Others as a quiet leaven
    Wield eternal power.

    Fine are speech and valiant action
    Where the triumph rolls;
    But—the endless satisfaction
    Of the silent souls!

  7. Deed

    by Emily Dickinson

    A deed knocks first at thought,
    And then it knocks at will.
    That is the manufacturing spot,
    And will at home and well.

    It then goes out an act,
    Or is entombed so still
    That only to the ear of God
    Its doom is audible.

  8. Cheerfulness

    by Edwin Oscar Gale

    As placid lake reflects the sun,
    Which ruffled cannot do,
    Your cheerful face to every one
    Returns like smiles to you.
    The loved, who look to us when night
    Gives respite to our cares,
    Grow stronger when our faces, bright
    Reflect the smiles of theirs.

    Clouds do not melt the winter's snow,
    Nor lift the ice from streams,
    The crystal diamonds fail to flow
    Till warmed by solar beams.
    The nightshade thrives in gloomy meads,
    But roses in the sun,
    And hearts soon grow but noxious weeds
    If smiles their portals shun.
    We turn unto a happy face
    As magnet to its star;
    The frowns that may awhile deface
    By smiles soon scattered are.
    We to ourselves and others owe
    Kind words and gentleness,
    Whatever kindness we bestow,
    Returns ourselves to bless.

  9. Actions Speak Louder Than Words

    by William Henry Dawson

    It's not enough that I should say,
    At early dawn of each new day,
    "No wrong this day will I commit,
    Nor will I with the scornful sit."

    It's not enough if I should meet
    A widowed one, that I should greet
    Her with condolence, and express
    My sorrow for her great distress.
    It's not enough that I should lay
    My hand upon his head and say
    Unto the orphan child, "My boy,
    May all your life be peace and joy."
    It's not enough if I should know
    That enemies conspire to throw
    Around your home shame and disgrace;
    That I should simply turn my face
    And say, "I will not stand and see
    A neighbor treated shamefully."
    It's not profession's empty boast
    That makes us for the right a host:
    It's not the things that we profess
    That help the needy world to bless.
    My duty has not been well done,
    Until with eagerness I run
    To do the will of Him who said,
    "Heal ye the sick and raise the dead."
    Religion pure and undefiled
    Means, help the widow and her child;
    It's better to relieve an ill,
    Than just to know our Father's will.

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