The Man with the Hoe: And Other PoemsDoubleday & McClure Company, 1900 - 114 pagini |
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Pagina xii
... 101 Song to the Divine Mother , 103 The Flying Mist , 107 From the Hand of a Child , 109 At the Meeting of Seven Valleys , 111 The Rock - Breaker , 112 These Songs Will Perish , 113 From a barbon print by Braun element & Co The xii.
... 101 Song to the Divine Mother , 103 The Flying Mist , 107 From the Hand of a Child , 109 At the Meeting of Seven Valleys , 111 The Rock - Breaker , 112 These Songs Will Perish , 113 From a barbon print by Braun element & Co The xii.
Pagina 21
... mothers from their martyrdom , To tell Him of their grief . And glad girls caroling from field and town Will go to meet Him with the labor - crown , The new crown woven of the heading wheat . And men will sit down at His sacred feet ...
... mothers from their martyrdom , To tell Him of their grief . And glad girls caroling from field and town Will go to meet Him with the labor - crown , The new crown woven of the heading wheat . And men will sit down at His sacred feet ...
Pagina 101
... always in the shadow of the rock . See where he crouches , twisted , cramped , mis- shapen ! ΙΟΙ The Man under the Stone He lifts for their life. The Man Under the Stone Song to the Divine Mother *. The Man under the Stone,
... always in the shadow of the rock . See where he crouches , twisted , cramped , mis- shapen ! ΙΟΙ The Man under the Stone He lifts for their life. The Man Under the Stone Song to the Divine Mother *. The Man under the Stone,
Pagina 102
... moment of terrified effort . . . . Will the huge stone break his hold , And crush him as it plunges to the gulf ? The silent struggle goes on and on , Like two contending in a dream . Come , Mighty Mother , from the bright abode , 102.
... moment of terrified effort . . . . Will the huge stone break his hold , And crush him as it plunges to the gulf ? The silent struggle goes on and on , Like two contending in a dream . Come , Mighty Mother , from the bright abode , 102.
Pagina 103
... Mother , Two - in - One . It follows from this truth that the dignity of womanhood is grounded in the Divine Nature itself . The fact that the Deity is Man - Woman was ... Mother * From the Hand of a Child. 103 Song to the Divine Mother,
... Mother , Two - in - One . It follows from this truth that the dignity of womanhood is grounded in the Divine Nature itself . The fact that the Deity is Man - Woman was ... Mother * From the Hand of a Child. 103 Song to the Divine Mother,
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afar aswing Babylon billow bird blowing bough break breath build cherubim cliff comes cries dark darken dawn deep Desire of Nations Divine Mother dream EDWIN MARKHAM face fading feet field fire fleeing flinging flower flutes follow footfall Furrow glad glory gnome gray Greece grief Gulf hands hark HARVARD COLLEGE hear heart heavens hills homeless hour hurrying hush Hylas kings land leafy Life's lifted light lightly look Lord Lord of Light Louise Michel lyre Lyric mighty moon morning Mystery night Nineveh ocean peaks phantoms Pleiad Poet poppy rapture road rock rose rush Satyr Seven Valleys shadow shape shout silent Sing skies sleep softly Songs Will Perish soul star stir swiftening tell thee things Thou thrush Thy beauty Toilers touch valley voice Wail Wandering Dead weary whirlwind whisper wild Wild hearts wind windy wings woodland youth
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Pagina 103 - And God said, Let us make man in our image, after our likeness... So God created man in his own image, in the image of God created he him; male and female created he them...
Pagina 73 - O cities, grind: I leave you a blur behind. I am lifted elate — the skies expand: Here the world's heaped gold is a pile of sand. Let them weary and work in their narrow walls: I ride with the voices of waterfalls!
Pagina 2 - BOWED by the weight of centuries he leans Upon his hoe and gazes on the ground, The emptiness of ages in his face, And on his back the burden of the world. Who made him dead to rapture and despair, A thing that grieves not and that never hopes, Stolid and stunned, a brother to the ox? Who loosened and let down this brutal jaw? Whose was the hand that slanted back this brow? Whose breath blew out the light within this brain?
Pagina 3 - Through this dread shape the suffering ages look; Time's tragedy is in that aching stoop; Through this dread shape humanity betrayed, Plundered, profaned and disinherited, Cries protest to the Judges of the World, A protest that is also prophecy. O masters, lords and rulers in all lands, Is this the handiwork you give to God, This monstrous thing distorted and soul-quenched? How will you ever straighten up this shape; Touch it again with immortality; Give back the upward looking and the light; Rebuild...
Pagina 3 - O masters, lords, and rulers in all lands, How will the Future reckon with this Man? How answer his brute question in that hour When whirlwinds of rebellion shake all shores? How will it be with kingdoms and with kings — With those who shaped him to the thing he is — When this dumb Terror shall rise to judge the world, After the silence of the centuries?
Pagina 13 - Teach me, Father, how to go Softly as the grasses grow; Hush my soul to meet the shock Of the wild world as a rock; But my spirit, propt with power, Make as simple as a flower...
Pagina 14 - Teach me, Father, how to be Kind and patient as a tree. Joyfully the crickets croon Under shady oak at noon; Beetle on his mission bent Tarries in that cooling tent. Let me also cheer a spot — Hidden field or garden grot — Place where passing souls can rest On the way and be their best.
Pagina 6 - The crest and crowning of all good, Life's final star, is Brotherhood...
Pagina 4 - The bugles ! they are crying back again — Bugles that broke the nights of Babylon, And then went crying on through Nineveh. Stand back, ye trembling messengers of ill ! Women, let go my hair : I am the Queen, A whirlwind and a blaze of swords to quell Insurgent cities. Let the iron tread Of armies shake the earth. Look, lofty towers: Assyria goes by upon the wind...
Pagina 3 - How will you ever straighten up this shape; Touch it again with immortality; Give back the upward looking and the light; Rebuild in it the music and the dream; Make right the immemorial infamies, Perfidious wrongs, immedicable woes?