PoemsChapman brothers, 1847 - 199 psl. |
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... forest gates , The train along the rail - road skates , It leaves the land behind , like ages past , The foreland flows to it in river fast , Missouri I have made a mart , I teach Iowa Saxon art . Who leaves the pine - tree , leaves his ...
... forest gates , The train along the rail - road skates , It leaves the land behind , like ages past , The foreland flows to it in river fast , Missouri I have made a mart , I teach Iowa Saxon art . Who leaves the pine - tree , leaves his ...
61 psl.
... forest dies . Whoso walketh in solitude , And inhabiteth the wood , Choosing light , wave , rock , and bird , Before the money - loving herd , Into that forester shall pass From these companions power and grace ; Clean shall he be ...
... forest dies . Whoso walketh in solitude , And inhabiteth the wood , Choosing light , wave , rock , and bird , Before the money - loving herd , Into that forester shall pass From these companions power and grace ; Clean shall he be ...
81 psl.
... - appearing peak ; In the dreaded winter - time , None save dappling shadows climb Under clouds my lonely head , Old as the sun , old almost as the shade . And comest thou To see strange forests and new snow E 3 MONADNOC . 81.
... - appearing peak ; In the dreaded winter - time , None save dappling shadows climb Under clouds my lonely head , Old as the sun , old almost as the shade . And comest thou To see strange forests and new snow E 3 MONADNOC . 81.
82 psl.
Ralph Waldo Emerson. And comest thou To see strange forests and new snow , And tread uplifted land ? And leavest thou thy lowland race , Here amid clouds to stand , And would'st be my companion , Where I gaze And shall gaze When forests ...
Ralph Waldo Emerson. And comest thou To see strange forests and new snow , And tread uplifted land ? And leavest thou thy lowland race , Here amid clouds to stand , And would'st be my companion , Where I gaze And shall gaze When forests ...
88 psl.
... forests starve : It is pure use ; What sheaves like those which here we glean and bind , Of a celestial Ceres , and the Muse ? Ages are thy days , Thou grand expressor of the present tense , And type of permanence , Firm ensign of the ...
... forests starve : It is pure use ; What sheaves like those which here we glean and bind , Of a celestial Ceres , and the Muse ? Ages are thy days , Thou grand expressor of the present tense , And type of permanence , Firm ensign of the ...
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