Sunflowers: A Book of Kansas PoemsWorld Company, 1914 - 183 oldal |
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ALBERT BIGELOW PAINE ALLEN WHITE AMANDA back to Kansas beauty beneath Bill bloom blow born boys brood C. L. EDSON Che-wink cheer cloud dared dead desert dream dust of Kansas dusty ears East EUGENE F eyes farm farmer feet forget gleam glory gold golden grain grass green half-east half-north half-south half-west hand Harry Kemp harvest hear heart Helmetta homestead John Brown Kansas dust land little old sod lonely Lord's come back morning mother Mount Oread neath never night o'er old sod shanty Osawatomie Pawpaws plain plow poems prairie RICHARD Realf rose shining sing skies sleep song soul spring stars summer sunflowers sweet Tescott There's thrush Twas Vachel Lindsay voice walls of corn WALT MASON Ware watch West wheat wild WILLARD WATTLES WILLIAM ALLEN WHITE WILLIAM HERBERT CARRUTH wind wings wonder yearning yellow youth
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24. oldal - Sun-flower Ah, Sun-flower! weary of time, Who countest the steps of the Sun, Seeking after that sweet golden clime Where the traveller's journey is done: Where the Youth pined away with desire, And the pale Virgin shrouded in snow Arise from their graves, and aspire Where my Sun-flower wishes to go.
101. oldal - WE cross the prairie as of old The pilgrims crossed the sea, To make the West, as they the East, The homestead of the free...
14. oldal - MASTER of human destinies am I! Fame, love, and fortune on my footsteps wait. Cities and fields I walk; I penetrate Deserts and seas remote, and passing by Hovel and mart and palace— soon or late I knock unbidden once at every gate! If sleeping, wake — if feasting, rise before I turn away. It is the hour of fate, And they who follow me reach every state Mortals desire, and conquer every foe Save death; but those who doubt or hesitate, Condemned to failure, penury, and woe, Seek me in vain and...
12. oldal - A FIRE-MIST and a planet, — A crystal and a cell, — A jellyfish and a saurian, And caves where the cave-men dwell; Then a sense of law and beauty, And a face turned from the clod, — Some call it Evolution, And others call it God.
101. oldal - ... of old The pilgrims crossed the sea, To make the West, as they the East, The homestead of the free ! We go to rear a wall of men On Freedom's southern line, And plant beside the...
102. oldal - re flowing from our native hills As our free rivers flow ; The blessing of our Mother-land Is on us as we go. We go to plant her common schools On distant prairie swells, And give the Sabbaths of the wild The music of her bells. Upbearing, like the Ark of old, The Bible in our van, We go to test the truth of God Against the fraud of man.
12. oldal - A haze on the far horizon. The infinite, tender sky. The ripe, rich tint of the cornfields And the wild geese sailing high; And all over upland and lowland The charm of the golden-rod, Some of us call it Autumn, And others call it God.
28. oldal - A BLUSH as of roses Where rose never grew ! Great drops on the bunch-grass, But not of the dew ! A taint in the sweet air For wild bees to shun ! A stain that shall never Bleach out in the sun...
11. oldal - Of all the States, but three will live in story : Old Massachusetts with her Plymouth Rock, And old Virginia with her noble stock, And Sunny Kansas with her woes and glory...
69. oldal - We •wtre but thirty-nine who lay Beside our rifles then; We were but thirty-nine, and they Were twenty hundred men. Our lean limbs shook and reeled about, Our feet were gashed and bare, And all the breezes shredded out Our garments in the air. Sick, sick, at all the woes which spring Where falls the Southron's rod, Our very souls had learned to cling To Freedom as to God ; And so we never thought of fear, In all those stormy hours, For every mother's son stood near The awful, unseen powers. And...