 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 50автори: Alice Brown - 1921 - 111 стор.Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | Douglas Brooke Wheelton Sladen, Goodridge Bliss Roberts - 1891 - 796 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... | |
 | Eli Lemon Sheldon - 1895 - 336 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... | |
 | Charles Dudley Warner - 1896 - 406 стор.
...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... | |
 | Edmund Clarence Stedman - 1900 - 954 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,... | |
 | Edmund Clarence Stedman - 1900 - 966 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... | |
 | Edmund Clarence Stedman - 1900 - 968 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... | |
 | Edmund Clarence Stedman - 1901 - 964 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,... | |
 | Harry Thurston Peck - 1901 - 426 стор.
...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... | |
 | John Vance Cheney, Sir Charles G. D. Roberts, Francis Hovey Stoddard, John Raymond Howard - 1904 - 618 стор.
...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... | |
 | Augustus White Long - 1905 - 382 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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