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" We hurry with never a word in the track of our fathers. (I hear in my heart, I hear in its ominous pulses All day, on the road, the hoofs of invisible horses, All night, from their stalls, the importunate pawing and neighing.) We spur to a land of no... "
Louise Imogen Guiney - Сторінка 50
автори: Alice Brown - 1921 - 111 стор.
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Younger American Poets, 1830-1890

Douglas Brooke Wheelton Sladen, Goodridge Bliss Roberts - 1891 - 666 стор.
...things that appal or entice us : What odds ? We are Knights, and our souls are but bent on the riding ! I hear in my heart, I hear in its ominous pulses, All day, the commotion of sinewy, mane-tossing horses; All night, from their cells, the importunate tramping...
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Everybody's Book of Short Poems: Selected from Out-of-the-way Sources

Eli Lemon Sheldon - 1895 - 319 стор.
...things that appal or entice us: What odds ? We are knights; and our souls are but bent on the riding. I hear in my heart, I hear in its ominous pulses, All day, the commotion of sinewy, mane-tossing horses ; All night, from their cells, the importunate tramping...
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Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern, Том 41

Charles Dudley Warner - 1896
...flower in the dust, and her pitiful beauty! We hurry with never a word in the track of our fathers, / hear in my heart, I hear in its ominous pulses, All day the commotion of sinewy, mane-tossing' horses, All night from their cells the importunate tramping...
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An American Anthology, 1787-1900: Selections Illustrating the Editor's ...

Edmund Clarence Stedman - 1900 - 878 стор.
...aye, so lonely long, Love's self outdo, dear Lovelace ! hold The pinnacles of song. THE WILD RIDE 1 HEAR in my heart, I hear in its ominous pulses, All day, on the road, the hoofs of invisible horses; Let cowards and laggards fall back ! but alert to the saddle, Straight, grim, and abreast, go the weatherworn,...
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An American Anthology, 1787-1899: Selections Illustrating the Editor's ...

Edmund Clarence Stedman - 1900 - 878 стор.
...lonely long, Love's self outdo, dear Lovelace ! hold The pinnacles of song. THE WILD RITJE / Я E AR in my heart, I hear in its ominous pulses, All day, on the road, the hoofs of invisible horses; Аи night, from their ttalls, the importunate Let cowards and laggards fall back ! but alert to the...
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An American Anthology, 1787-1900: Selections Illustrating the Editor's ...

Edmund Clarence Stedman - 1900 - 878 стор.
...that appal or entice us: What odds ? We arc knights, and our souls arc but bent on the riding. / hrtir in my heart, I hear in its ominous pulses, All day, on the road, the hoofs of invisible homes; All night, from their stalls, the importunate tramping and neiyhing. We spur to a land of no...
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An American Anthology, 1787-1900

Edmund Clarence Stedman - 1901 - 878 стор.
...self outdo, dear Lovelace ! hold The pinnacles of song. THE WILD RIDE / HEAR in myheart,Ihearinils o smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat Let cowards and laggards fall back ! but alert to the saddle, Straight, grim, and abreast, go the weatherworn,...
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The World's Great Masterpieces: History, Biography, Science, Philosophy ...

Harry Thurston Peck - 1901
...flower in the dust, and her pitiful beauty ! We hurry with never a word in the track of our fathers. 1 hear in my heart, I hear in its ominous pulses, All day the commotion of sinewy, mane-tossing horses, All night from their cells the importunate tramping and...
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The World's Best Poetry ...

John Vance Cheney, Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts, Charles Francis Richardson, Francis Hovey Stoddard, John Raymond Howard - 1904
...salute to this world, and her pitiful beauty ! We hurry with never a word in the track of our fathers. I hear in my heart, I hear in its ominous pulses, All day, the commotion of sinewy, mane-tossing horses, All night, from their cells, the importunate tramping...
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American Poems, 1776-1900: With Notes and Biographies

Augustus White Long - 1905 - 368 стор.
...are things that appal or entice us: 20 What odds ? We are knights, and our souls are but bent on the I hear in my heart, I hear in its ominous pulses,...horses ; All night, from their stalls, the importunate tramping and neighing. We spur to a land of no name, outracing the stormwind; We leap to the infinite...
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