The Man with the Hoe: And Other PoemsDoubleday & McClure Company, 1900 - 114 pagini |
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Pagina 11
... wild hands . She led us on with music at the start , To leave us at dead fountains in the sands . Now all our days are but a cry for sleep , For we are weary of the petty strife . Is there not somewhere in the endless deep A place where ...
... wild hands . She led us on with music at the start , To leave us at dead fountains in the sands . Now all our days are but a cry for sleep , For we are weary of the petty strife . Is there not somewhere in the endless deep A place where ...
Pagina 12
... Wild hearts are we among the worlds astray- Wild hearts are we that cannot wholly break , But linger on though life has gone away . We are the sons of Misery and Eld : Come , tender Death , with all your hushing wings , And let our ...
... Wild hearts are we among the worlds astray- Wild hearts are we that cannot wholly break , But linger on though life has gone away . We are the sons of Misery and Eld : Come , tender Death , with all your hushing wings , And let our ...
Pagina 13
... wild world as a rock ; But my spirit , propt with power , Make as simple as a flower . Let the dry heart fill its cup , Like a poppy looking up ; Let life lightly wear her crown , Like a poppy looking down , When its heart is filled ...
... wild world as a rock ; But my spirit , propt with power , Make as simple as a flower . Let the dry heart fill its cup , Like a poppy looking up ; Let life lightly wear her crown , Like a poppy looking down , When its heart is filled ...
Pagina 24
... life as a lightsome holiday : Oft have I seen him make his arm a pillow , Drink from his hand , and with a pipe of willow Blow a wild music down a woodland way . Poetry She comes like the hush and beauty of the 24 The Goblin Laugh,
... life as a lightsome holiday : Oft have I seen him make his arm a pillow , Drink from his hand , and with a pipe of willow Blow a wild music down a woodland way . Poetry She comes like the hush and beauty of the 24 The Goblin Laugh,
Pagina 31
... fading slopes , And there wild memories meet upon the sands . When willows fling their banners to the plain , When rumor of winds and sound of sudden showers The Last Furrow Disturb the dream of winter- all in 31 The Last Furrow,
... fading slopes , And there wild memories meet upon the sands . When willows fling their banners to the plain , When rumor of winds and sound of sudden showers The Last Furrow Disturb the dream of winter- all in 31 The Last Furrow,
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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?