The Man with the Hoe: And Other PoemsDoubleday & McClure Company, 1900 - 114 pagini |
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Pagina 13
... 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 . Let the dry heart fill its cup , Like a poppy looking up ; Let life lightly wear ...
... 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 . Let the dry heart fill its cup , Like a poppy looking up ; Let life lightly wear ...
Pagina 25
... Poetry She comes like the hush and beauty of the night , And sees too deep for laughter ; Her touch is a vibration and a light From worlds before and after . A Meeting Softly she came one twilight from the dead. 25 Poetry,
... Poetry She comes like the hush and beauty of the night , And sees too deep for laughter ; Her touch is a vibration and a light From worlds before and after . A Meeting Softly she came one twilight from the dead. 25 Poetry,
Pagina 26
And Other Poems Edwin Markham Howard Pyle. A Meeting Softly she came one twilight from the dead , And in the passionate silence of her look Was more than man has writ in any book : And now my thoughts are restless , and a dread Calls ...
And Other Poems Edwin Markham Howard Pyle. A Meeting Softly she came one twilight from the dead , And in the passionate silence of her look Was more than man has writ in any book : And now my thoughts are restless , and a dread Calls ...
Pagina 61
... softly to a rose . Sing out , O throstle , sing : I follow on , my king : Lead me forever through the crimson dawn- Till the world ends , lead me on ! Ho there ! he shouts again - he sways- Upspringing from the bough , -and now ...
... softly to a rose . Sing out , O throstle , sing : I follow on , my king : Lead me forever through the crimson dawn- Till the world ends , lead me on ! Ho there ! he shouts again - he sways- Upspringing from the bough , -and now ...
Pagina 75
... star supreme , And comes in the night's still To touch me with a dream . Sibyl of mystery On roads beyond our ken , Softly she comes to me , And goes to God again . power The Valley I know a valley in the summer hills 75.
... star supreme , And comes in the night's still To touch me with a dream . Sibyl of mystery On roads beyond our ken , Softly she comes to me , And goes to God again . power The Valley I know a valley in the summer hills 75.
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Pagina 2 - More fraught with danger to the universe. What gulfs between him and the seraphim! Slave of the wheel of labor, what to him Are Plato and the swing of Pleiades? What the long reaches of the peaks of song, The rift of dawn, the reddening of the rose? Through this dread shape the suffering ages look; Time's...
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 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 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 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? 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?
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 74 - THE INVISIBLE BRIDE THE low-voiced girls that go In gardens of the Lord, Like flowers of the field they grow In sisterly accord. Their whispering feet are white Along the leafy ways; They go in whirls of light Too beautiful for praise. And in their band forsooth Is one to set me free— The one that touched my youth— The one God gave to me. She kindles the desire Whereby the gods survive— The white ideal fire That keeps my soul alive. Now at the wondrous hour, She leaves her star supreme, And...
Pagina 3 - 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 in it the music and the dream; Make right the immemorial infamies, Perfidious wrongs, immedicable woes? 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...
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 22 - He comes to make the long injustice right — Comes to push back the shadow of the night, The gray Tradition full of flint and flaw — Comes to wipe out the insults to the soul, The insults of the Few against the Whole, The insults they make righteous with a law.