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" And friendship a flower in the dust, and glory a sunbeam : Not here is our prize, nor, alas ! after these our pursuing. A dipping of plumes, a tear, a shake of the bridle, A passing salute to this world and her pitiful beauty ; We hurry with never a word... "
Louise Imogen Guiney - Сторінка 50
автори: Alice Brown - 1921 - 111 стор.
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Modern Prose and Poetry for Secondary Schools: Edited with Notes Study Helps ...

Margaret Ashmun - 1914 - 327 стор.
...99-110 FW Halsey American Writers of To-day, pp. 4368 HC Vedder THE WILD RIDE LOUISE IMOGEN GUINET / hear in my heart, I hear in its ominous pulses All...hurry with never a word in the track of our fathers. (/ hear in my heart, I hear in its ominous pulses All day, on the road, the hoofs of invisible horses,...
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Catholic World, Том 98

1914
...invisible horses, All night, from their stalls, the importunate pawing and neighing. * * * * The trial is through dolour and dread, over crags and morasses;...hurry with never a word in the track of our fathers. * # * * We spur to a land of no name, out-racing the storm-wind; We leap to the infinite dark like...
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MODERN AMERICAN POETRY

LOUIS UNTERMEYER - 1921
...galloping legion, With a stirrup-cup each to the lily of women that loves him. The trail is through dolor and dread, over crags and morasses; There are shapes...hurry with never a word in the track of our fathers. / hear in my heart, I hear in its ominous pulses, All day, on the road, the hoofs of invisible horses,...
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Modern American Poetry

Louis Untermeyer - 1921 - 406 стор.
...galloping legion, With a stirrup-cup each to the lily of women that loves him. The trail is through dolor and dread, over crags and morasses ; There are shapes...hurry with never a word in the track of our fathers. / hear in my heart, I hear in its ominous pulses, All day, on the road, the hoofs of invisible horses,...
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Louise Imogen Guiney: Her Life and Works, 1861-1920

Eva Mabel Tenison - 1923 - 348 стор.
...wing, and joy is a cobweb, And friendship a flower in the dust, and glory a sunbeam : Not here is the prize, nor, alas, after these our pursuing. A dipping...hurry, with never a word, in the track of our fathers. We spur to a land of no-name, outracing the storm-wind ; We leap to the infinite dark like sparks from...
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Modern American Poetry: A Critical Anthology

Louis Untermeyer - 1925 - 621 стор.
...galloping legion, With a stirrup-cup each to the lily of women that loves him. The trail is through dolor and dread, over crags and morasses ; There are shapes...hurry with never a word in the track of our fathers. / hear in my heart, I hear in its ominous pulses, All day, on the road, the hoofs of invisible horses,...
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The Library of Poetry and Song, Том 3

William Cullen Bryant - 1925 - 1100 стор.
...there are things that appal or entice us : What odds? We are knights, and our souls are but bent on ihe riding'. Thought's self is a vanishing wing, and joy...hurry with never a word in the track of our fathers. / hear in my heart, I hear in its ominous pulses, All i/ay, the commotion of sinewy mane-tossing horses,...
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Poems for Youth: An American Anthology

William Rose Benét - 1925 - 512 стор.
...by permission of, and special arrangement with, Houghton Mimin Company, the authorized publishers. A dipping of plumes, a tear, a shake of the bridle,...hurry with never a word in the track of our fathers. / hear in my heart, I hear in its ominous pulses All day, on the road, the hoofs of invisible horses,...
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Catholic World, Том 98

1914
...invisible horses, All night, from their stalls, the importunate pawing and neighing. * * * * The trial is through dolour and dread, over crags and morasses...hurry with never a word in the track of our fathers. * * * * We spur to a land of no name, out-racing the storm-wind; We leap to the infinite dark like...
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