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Scholarly Publishing Office, University of Michigan Library, 1893 - 276 páginas

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Página 206 - The goldenrod is yellow ; The corn is turning brown ; The trees in apple orchards With fruit are bending down.
Página 207 - ... Are curling in the sun; In dusty pods the milkweed Its hidden silk has spun. The sedges flaunt their harvest, In every meadow nook; And asters by the brook-side Make asters in the brook. From dewy lanes at morning The grapes' sweet odors rise; At noon the roads all flutter With yellow butterflies.
Página 154 - IJOVEMBER woods are bare and still; November days are clear and bright; Each noon burns up the morning's chill; The morning's snow is gone by night; Each day my steps grow slow, grow light, As through the woods I reverent creep, Watching all things lie
Página 13 - LIKE a blind spinner in the sun, I tread my days ; I know that all the threads will run Appointed ways ; I know each day will bring its task ; And, being blind, no more I ask. I do not know the use or name Of that I spin ; I only know that some one came, And laid within My hand the thread, and said, " Since you Are blind, but one thing you can do.
Página 100 - The beggar laughed. Free winds in haste Were wiping from the king's hot brow The crimson lines the crown had traced. "This is his presence now." At the king's gate, the crafty noon Unwove its yellow nets of sun ; Out of their sleep in terror soon The guards waked one by one. " Ho here ! Ho there ! Has no man seen The king?
Página 255 - Their white-winged seeds are sowing, And in the fields, still green and fair, Late aftermaths are growing; When springs run low, and on the brooks, In idle golden freighting, Bright leaves sink noiseless in the hush Of woods, for winter waiting; When comrades seek sweet country haunts, By twos and twos together, And count like misers hour by hour, October's bright blue weather.
Página 255 - OCTOBER'S BRIGHT BLUE WEATHER. SUNS and skies and clouds of June, And flowers of June together, Ye cannot rival for one hour October's bright blue weather, When loud the bumble-bee makes haste, Belated, thriftless vagrant, And golden-rod is dying fast, And lanes with grapes are fragrant ; When gentians roll their fringes tight To save them for the morning...
Página 264 - Father, I scarcely dare to pray, So clear I see, now it is done, That I have wasted half my day, And left my work but just begun; " So clear I see that things I thought Were right or harmless were a sin ; So clear I see that I have sought, Unconscious, selfish...
Página 99 - The king sat bowed beneath his crown, Propping his face with listless hand ; Watching the hour-glass sifting down Too slow its shining sand. " Poor man, what wouldst thou have of me ? " The beggar turned, and, pitying, Replied, like one in dream, " Of thee, Nothing. I want the king.
Página 218 - Until the next stanch ship her flag doth raise. Who knows what myriad colonies there are Of fairest fields, and rich, undreamed-of gains Thick planted in the distant shining plains Which we call sky because they lie so far ? Oh, write of me, not " Died in bitter pains," But " Emigrated to another star !

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