 Like tides on a crescent sea-beach, When the moon is new and thin, Into our hearts high yearnings Come welling and surging in : Come from the mystic ocean Whose rim no foot has trod — Some of us call it Longing, And others call it God.  Some Phases of the Negro Question - Стр. 3авторы: Charles Wesley Melick - 1908 - Страниц: 91Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
 | 1896 - Страниц: 864
...others call it Cod. A haze on the far horizon, — The infinite, tender sky, — The ripe, rich tint of the corn-fields, And the wild geese sailing high,...Some of us call it Longing, And others call it God. A picket frozen on duty, — A mother starved for her brood, — Socrates drinking the hemlock, And... | |
 | 1925 - Страниц: 612
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 | 1895 - Страниц: 814
...and lowland The charm of the golden-rod, — Some of us call it Autumn, And others call it God. 1,ike tides on a crescent sea-beach When the moon is new...Some of us call it Longing, And others call it God. A picket frozen on duty, — A mother starved for her brood, — Socrates drinking the hemlock, And... | |
 | 1901 - Страниц: 432
...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....Some of us call it longing, and others call it God. A picket frozen on duty, a mother starved for her brood, Socrates drinking the hemlock, and Jesus on... | |
 | Jenkin Lloyd Jones - 1899 - Страниц: 336
...others call it God. A haze on the far horizon, — The infinite, tender sky, — The ripe, rich tint of the corn-fields, And the wild geese sailing high,...Some of us call it longing, And others call it God. A picket frozen on duty, — A mother starved for her brood, — Socrates drinking the hemlock, And... | |
 | 1912 - Страниц: 866
...servants of the beautiful, honored as highly as the priest and the teacher. Annie Besant. OWN TONGUE Like tides on a crescent sea-beach When the moon is...Some of us call it Longing, And others call it God. A picket frozen on duty, — A mother starved for her brood,— Socrates drinking the hemlock, And... | |
 | 1899 - Страниц: 828
...crescent sea beach When the moon is new and thin, Into our hearts high yearnings Come welling and singing in — Come, from the mystic ocean, Whose rim no foot...Some of us call it Longing, And others call it God. " A haze on the far horizon. The infinite tender sky, The ripe, rich tints of the cornfields, And the... | |
 | William Herbert Carruth - 1900 - Страниц: 132
...geese sailing high, — And all over upland and lowland The charm of the golden-rod, — Some of \is call it Autumn, And others call it God. Like tides...Some of us call it Longing, And others call it God. A picket frozen on duty, — A mother starved for her brood, — Socrates drinking the hemlock, And... | |
 | Jenkin Lloyd Jones - 1901 - Страниц: 338
...and lowland The charm of the golden-rod, — Some of us call it Autumn, And others call it God. 238 Like tides on a crescent sea-beach When the moon is...Some of us call it longing, And others call it God. A picket frozen on duty, — A mother starved for her brood, — Socrates drinking the hemlock, And... | |
 | Floyd Baker Wilson - 1901 - Страниц: 240
...the clod — Some call it Evolution, And others call it God. ' Like the tints on a crescent sea beach When the moon is new and thin, Into our hearts high...Some of us call it Longing, And others call it God. " A haze on the far horizon, The infinite tender sky. The ripe, rich tints of the cornfields, And the... | |
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