O'ercome of beauty, With heart-impatience brimming to the brink Of courteous duty, — He smote my marbles many a murderous blow, His weapon poising; I, in my wrath and wonderment of woe, No co.mment voicing. " Come, sweep this rubbish from the workman's... Later Lyrics - Pagina 149de Julia Ward Howe - 1866 - 320 paginiVizualizare completă - Despre această carte
| 1862 - 796 pagini
...hammer bearing. But while I waited till his eye should sink, O'ercome of beauty, With heart impatience brimming to the brink Of courteous duty, — He smote...wonderment of woe, No comment voicing. " Come, sweep this rubhish from the workman's way, Wreck of past ages, — Afford me here a lump of harmless clay, Ye... | |
| Jeannette Leonard Gilder - 1886 - 752 pagini
...hand, embossed with toil, A hammer bearing. But while I waited till his eye should sink, O'ercome of beauty, With heart-impatience brimming to the brink...grooms and pages ! " Then, from that voidness of our mother Earth, A frame he builded Of a new feature, — with the power of birth Fashioned and welded.... | |
| Jeannette Leonard Gilder - 1886 - 746 pagini
...hand, embossed with toil, A hammer bearing. But while I waited till his eye should sink, O'ercome of beauty. With heart-impatience brimming to the brink...weapon poising; I, in my wrath and wonderment of woe, 11 Come, sweep this rubbish from the workman's way, Wreck of past ages, — Afford me here a lump of... | |
| Charles Dudley Warner - 1896 - 468 pagini
...And in his dexter hand, embossed with toil, But while I waited till his eye should sink, O'ercome of beauty, With heart-impatience brimming to the brink...grooms and pages!" Then from that voidness of our mother Earth A frame he builded Of a new feature, — with the power of birth Fashioned and welded.... | |
| Cheryl Walker - 1992 - 484 pagini
...form, Draped in such clothing As the world's great, whom luxury makes warm, Look on with loathing. And yet methought his service-badge of soil With honor...my wrath and wonderment of woe, No comment voicing. o "Come, sweep this rubbish from the workman's way, Wreck of past ages! Afford me here a lump of harmless... | |
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