Out-of-doorsDodge publishing Company, 1902 - 145 páginas |
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Página 13
... cold brook water out of the hollow of the hand , and push bare chilled fingers into a net- work of clinging roots in the damp , fresh - smell- ing earth . -Elaine Goodale . SPRING SONG . Make me over , mother April , Out - of - Doors 13.
... cold brook water out of the hollow of the hand , and push bare chilled fingers into a net- work of clinging roots in the damp , fresh - smell- ing earth . -Elaine Goodale . SPRING SONG . Make me over , mother April , Out - of - Doors 13.
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... cold atmosphere , Yet stoop not , weary , to the welcome land , Though the dark night is near . And soon that toil shall cease , Soon shalt thou find a summer home , and rest , And scream among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend , Soon , o ...
... cold atmosphere , Yet stoop not , weary , to the welcome land , Though the dark night is near . And soon that toil shall cease , Soon shalt thou find a summer home , and rest , And scream among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend , Soon , o ...
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... cold sea - maids rise to sun their streaming hair . Its webs of living gauze no more unfurl ; Wrecked is the ship of pearl ! And every chambered cell Where its dim , dreaming life was wont to dwell , As the frail tenant shaped his ...
... cold sea - maids rise to sun their streaming hair . Its webs of living gauze no more unfurl ; Wrecked is the ship of pearl ! And every chambered cell Where its dim , dreaming life was wont to dwell , As the frail tenant shaped his ...
Página 59
... all thy waves , Find me one grave of thy thousand graves , Those pure cold populous graves of thine , Wrought without hand in a world without stain . -Swinburne . THE CHAMBERED NAUTIL This is the ship of pearl , Out - of - Doors 59.
... all thy waves , Find me one grave of thy thousand graves , Those pure cold populous graves of thine , Wrought without hand in a world without stain . -Swinburne . THE CHAMBERED NAUTIL This is the ship of pearl , Out - of - Doors 59.
Página 60
... cold sea - maids rise to streaming hair . Its webs of living gauze no more unfurl Wrecked is the ship of pearl ! And every chambered cell Where its dim , dreaming life was wont As the frail tenant shaped his growing s Before thee lies ...
... cold sea - maids rise to streaming hair . Its webs of living gauze no more unfurl Wrecked is the ship of pearl ! And every chambered cell Where its dim , dreaming life was wont As the frail tenant shaped his growing s Before thee lies ...
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Pasajes populares
Página 16 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way...
Página 91 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft, And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Página 141 - Tu-whit, tu-who ! a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit, tu-who...
Página 60 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main; The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming Lair.
Página 17 - Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet, on my heart, Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart. He who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, In the long way that I must tread alone Will lead my steps aright.
Página 90 - Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind ; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers...
Página 28 - Hark, where my blossomed pear-tree in the hedge Leans to the field and scatters on the clover Blossoms and dewdrops - at the bent spray's edge That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, Lest you should think he never could recapture The first fine careless rapture!
Página 90 - To bend with apples the mossed cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core ; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimmed their clammy cells.
Página 113 - Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth!
Página 131 - Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite; Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good. Ring out old shapes of foul disease; Ring out the narrowing lust of gold; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace. Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand; Ring out the darkness of the land, Ring in the Christ that is to be.