ISBN: 9780217252652

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not … Mehr…

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1893 edition. Excerpt: ...in reach, Like a Fairyland balloon, Full of bustling fairy speech. Some invasion sure it was: For we heard the captains scold; Waspish cavalry a-buzz,--Troopers uniformed in gold Sable-slashed,--to charge on us. Could I find the sedgy angle, Where the dragon-flies would turn Slender flittings into spangle On the sunlight? or would burn Where the berries made a tangle, V Sparkling green and brazen blue? Rendezvoused about the stream Turbaned gay banditti, who, Brigands of the bloom and beam, Drunken were with honey-dew.-Could I find the pond that lay Where vermilion blossoms showered Fragrance down the daisied way? And the sassafras embowered Sap and spice of early May? In the twilight might I seek The old mill! Its weather-beaten Wheel and gable by the creek; And its warping roof; worm-eaten, Dusty rafters worn and weak. Where old shadows haunt old places. Loft and hopper, stair and bin; Ghostly with the dust that laces Webs that usher phantoms in, Wistful with remembered faces. While the frogs'' grave litanies Drowse in far-off antiphone, Supplicating, till the eyes Of dead friendships,--long alone In the dingy corners,--rise. Moonrays or the splintered slip Of a star.--In twinkling darkle Of the night the fire-flies dip--As if Night betrayed the sparkle Of rich jewels through a rip. And once more my boyhood crosses, With a corn-sack for the meal, Through the sprinkled ferns and mosses, To the gray mill''s lichened wheel, Where the water drips and tosses. DEEP IN THE FOREST. A COIGNE. ''THE hills hang woods around, and green below Dark, breezy boughs of beeches mats the moss, Crisp with the brittle hulls of last year''s nuts; The water hums one bar there; and a glow Of gold lies steady where the trailers toss Red, toppling bugles and a rock... Madison Julius Cawein, Books, History, Red Leaves And Roses; Poems Books>History, General Books LLC<

2009, ISBN: 0217252656, Lieferbar binnen 4-6 Wochen

Internationaler Buchtitel. In englischer Sprache. Verlag: Cambridge Scholars Publishing, 154 Seiten, L=152mm, B=229mm, H=9mm, Gew.=236gr, [GR: 25500 - TB/Geschichte], [SW: - History - Ge… Mehr…

Internationaler Buchtitel. In englischer Sprache. Verlag: Cambridge Scholars Publishing, 154 Seiten, L=152mm, B=229mm, H=9mm, Gew.=236gr, [GR: 25500 - TB/Geschichte], [SW: - History - General History], Kartoniert/Broschiert, Klappentext: Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: THE IDYL OF THE STANDING-STONE. C HE knows its windings and its crooks. The wild flowers of its lovely woods, The trumpet-vine's Red-Riding-Hoods, The lily's story books; The iris, whose blue bonnets let Mab faces laugh from many a net Along the fairy brooks. He knows its shallows and its pools, The rugged stairs of rock that go Climbing through water-fall and flow, Where haunt the minnow schools; The grass and sedge where haunts the snipe, The bob-white where the berry 's ripe, And whom the echo fools. She seeks the bleeding-heart and phlox, The touch-me-not whose bushes fill The old stones of the ruined mill; She wades among the rocks; Her feet are rose-pearl in the stream; Her eyes are blossom-blue; a beam Gleams on her light-brown locks. He comes with fishing bait and line To angle in the darker deeps, Where all the sounding forest sleeps Of sycamore and pine; And now and then a shadow swoops Around him of a hawk or groups Of pearl-gray clouds that shine. And will he see, if they should meet, How she is fairer than each flower Her apron fills? and in that hour Feel life is incomplete ? He stops below; she walks above? The brook one blossom, white as love, Floats fragrant to his feet. And she?should she behold the tan Of manly face and honest eyes, Would her heart know nobilities To make him more than man ? She drops one blossom?has she heard Soft whistling of a man?or bird, Whose dreamy quavers ran ? They knew; but then?they did not meet; Yet some divulging influence Had touched them with the starry lens God holds to make hearts beat; That made her heart one haunting wish, And his?forgetful of the fish, One flower at his feet. . . . The sassafras twigs had just lit up ...<

ISBN: 9780217252652

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[ED: Taschenbuch], [PU: Cambridge Scholars Publishing], Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: THE IDYL OF THE STANDING-STONE. C HE knows its windings and its crooks. The wild flowers of its lovely woods, The trumpet-vine's Red-Riding-Hoods, The lily's story books The iris, whose blue bonnets let Mab faces laugh from many a net Along the fairy brooks. He knows its shallows and its pools, The rugged stairs of rock that go Climbing through water-fall and flow, Where haunt the minnow schools The grass and sedge where haunts the snipe, The bob-white where the berry 's ripe, And whom the echo fools. She seeks the bleeding-heart and phlox, The touch-me-not whose bushes fill The old stones of the ruined mill She wades among the rocks Her feet are rose-pearl in the stream Her eyes are blossom-blue a beam Gleams on her light-brown locks. He comes with fishing bait and line To angle in the darker deeps, Where all the sounding forest sleeps Of sycamore and pine And now and then a shadow swoops Around him of a hawk or groups Of pearl-gray clouds that shine. And will he see, if they should meet, How she is fairer than each flower Her apron fills? and in that hour Feel life is incomplete ? He stops below she walks above? The brook one blossom, white as love, Floats fragrant to his feet. And she?should she behold the tan Of manly face and honest eyes, Would her heart know nobilities To make him more than man ? She drops one blossom?has she heard Soft whistling of a man?or bird, Whose dreamy quavers ran ? They knew but then?they did not meet Yet some divulging influence Had touched them with the starry lens God holds to make hearts beat That made her heart one haunting wish, And his?forgetful of the fish, One flower at his feet. . . . The sassafras twigs had just lit up ...Versandfertig in 6-10 Tagen, [SC: 0.00]<

ISBN: 9780217252652

[ED: Taschenbuch], [PU: Cambridge Scholars Publishing], Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. Th… Mehr…

[ED: Taschenbuch], [PU: Cambridge Scholars Publishing], Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: THE IDYL OF THE STANDING-STONE. C HE knows its windings and its crooks. The wild flowers of its lovely woods, The trumpet-vine's Red-Riding-Hoods, The lily's story books The iris, whose blue bonnets let Mab faces laugh from many a net Along the fairy brooks. He knows its shallows and its pools, The rugged stairs of rock that go Climbing through water-fall and flow, Where haunt the minnow schools The grass and sedge where haunts the snipe, The bob-white where the berry 's ripe, And whom the echo fools. She seeks the bleeding-heart and phlox, The touch-me-not whose bushes fill The old stones of the ruined mill She wades among the rocks Her feet are rose-pearl in the stream Her eyes are blossom-blue a beam Gleams on her light-brown locks. He comes with fishing bait and line To angle in the darker deeps, Where all the sounding forest sleeps Of sycamore and pine And now and then a shadow swoops Around him of a hawk or groups Of pearl-gray clouds that shine. And will he see, if they should meet, How she is fairer than each flower Her apron fills? and in that hour Feel life is incomplete ? He stops below she walks above? The brook one blossom, white as love, Floats fragrant to his feet. And she?should she behold the tan Of manly face and honest eyes, Would her heart know nobilities To make him more than man ? She drops one blossom?has she heard Soft whistling of a man?or bird, Whose dreamy quavers ran ? They knew but then?they did not meet Yet some divulging influence Had touched them with the starry lens God holds to make hearts beat That made her heart one haunting wish, And his?forgetful of the fish, One flower at his feet. . . . The sassafras twigs had just lit up ...Versandfertig in 6-10 Tagen, [SC: 0.00]<

ISBN: 9780217252652

Red Leaves and Roses Poems Author :Madison Julius Cawein 9780217252652 0217252656