The Open Road: A Little Book for WayfarersH. Holt, 1909 - 325 sider |
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... leaves and flowers of the commonest weeds , the moist fresh stillness of the woods , The exquisite smell of the earth at daybreak , and all through the forenoon . Walt Whitman . THE OPEN ROAD The Meadows in Spring ' TIS IS.
... leaves and flowers of the commonest weeds , the moist fresh stillness of the woods , The exquisite smell of the earth at daybreak , and all through the forenoon . Walt Whitman . THE OPEN ROAD The Meadows in Spring ' TIS IS.
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... fresh sentiment of the road . O highway I travel , do you say to me Do not leave me ? Do you say Venture not - if you leave me you are lost ? Do you say I am already prepared , I am well beaten and undenied , adhere to me ? O public ...
... fresh sentiment of the road . O highway I travel , do you say to me Do not leave me ? Do you say Venture not - if you leave me you are lost ? Do you say I am already prepared , I am well beaten and undenied , adhere to me ? O public ...
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... fresh- ness and sweetness of man and woman , ( The herbs of the morning sprout no fresher and sweeter every day out of the roots of themselves , than it sprouts fresh and sweet continually out of itself ) . Toward the fluid and ...
... fresh- ness and sweetness of man and woman , ( The herbs of the morning sprout no fresher and sweeter every day out of the roots of themselves , than it sprouts fresh and sweet continually out of itself ) . Toward the fluid and ...
Side 83
... fresh , the arc is wide , the career is long . The most distant clouds , converging in the beautiful and little - studied order of cloud perspective ( for most painters treat clouds as though they formed perpen- dicular and not ...
... fresh , the arc is wide , the career is long . The most distant clouds , converging in the beautiful and little - studied order of cloud perspective ( for most painters treat clouds as though they formed perpen- dicular and not ...
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... fresh and wandering air encompassing the world ; by the sea sounding on the shore - the green sea white - flecked at the margin and the deep ocean ; by the strong earth under me . Then , returning , I prayed by the sweet thyme , whose ...
... fresh and wandering air encompassing the world ; by the sea sounding on the shore - the green sea white - flecked at the margin and the deep ocean ; by the strong earth under me . Then , returning , I prayed by the sweet thyme , whose ...
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A. E. Housman Alice Meynell beauty behold birds bliss blow blue boughs breath bright brown clouds dance dark dear delight Dost doth dream E. V. Lucas earth evemen eyes fair flocks flowers fresh GARDEN Gervase Markham Goddés fay grass green grey H. C. Beeching happy hath hear heart heaven Heigh trolollie lollie Jack John Keats Kenneth Grahame kiss land leaves light live look lover Marna Matthew Arnold meadows merry moon morning mountain murmur never night numbers o'er pass Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems river road round sheep Shepherd shine silent sing sleep smiles soft song soul spring stars stream sweet thee ther thine things thou art thought trees trolollie lollie loe voice vrom W. B. Yeats walk wander waves wild William Barnes William Wordsworth wind wood zunny woodlands
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Side 102 - I am the daughter of Earth and Water, And the nursling of the Sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.
Side 197 - Where throngs of knights and barons bold In weeds of peace high triumphs hold, With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit, or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend.
Side 231 - Shaped by himself with newly-learned art; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral; And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song: Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business, love, or strife; But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside, And with new joy and pride The little Actor cons another part; Filling from time to time his "humorous stage...
Side 228 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong ; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the. fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay ; Land and Sea Give themselves up to jollity...
Side 201 - THE SOLITARY REAPER. BEHOLD her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass ! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass ! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen ! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
Side 95 - mid the steep sky's commotion, Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed, Shook from the tangled boughs of heaven and ocean, Angels of rain and lightning ! there are spread On the blue surface of thine airy surge, Like the bright hair uplifted from the head Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height, The locks of the approaching storm.
Side 55 - For nature then (The coarser pleasures of my boyish days, And their glad animal movements all gone by) To me was all in all. — I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love...
Side 308 - I'd rather be A pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea ; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
Side 124 - I'd have you buy and sell so ; so give alms ; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too : When you do dance, I wish you A wave o...
Side iv - One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can. Sweet is the lore which Nature brings; Our meddling intellect Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things: — We murder to dissect. Enough of Science and of Art; Close up those barren leaves; Come forth, and bring with you a heart That watches and receives.