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Riassunto: This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1908 edition. Excerpt: ... INEPT What is the burthen of this gold sunshine That burns across the voidness of decay, Or stamps its splendour on the forest pine, Or lifts--a token torch--one sweet-fern spray? Why would it brand so deep? The meadows spread Untarnishable in their pomp of dew, Or frost, or clear meridian: overhead Droppeth the night; but one must creep into The brake to hide one from the harvest moon, So wide she stares. Great stars that shed no boon Flame through the orchard apples laid in heaps. Why this profusion of September fire Poured where the thistle in the tilth grows higher, Laid over the broad fields where no man reaps? NOT VINTAGE 109 NOT VINTAGE A Garden heavy with the harvest hops, Creeping in garlands, glorious as they creep, Up toward the sun, bearing their blossom-drops Through coils of leafy light--gold blooms that steep The air with thunder--fatal flowering round Of some oppressive spirit, severed quite From the quick feet of sylvan hunting-ground, From the fountains of the hills, and from thy sight, Iacchus, Reveller! Ah, would'st thou come, Even from many toils and bitter chance, From the Alcyonian Lake! 'Tis only those Who have drunk fervently of mortal woes Can strike the timbrel, can attune the dance. We have no god, and all our lives are dumb. SEPTEMBER But why is Nature at such heavy pause, And the earth slowly ceasing to revolve? Only the lapping tides abide their laws, And very softly on the sand dissolve. The fruit is gathered--not an apple drops: In little mists above the garden bed The petals of the last gold dahlia shed; The spider central 'mid his wreathed dewdrops! Oh still, oh quiet!--and no issue found; No laying up to rest of callow things, Or scale, or sheaf, or tissue of armed wings: Open the tilth, open the...

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Descrizione libro TheClassics.us. Paperback. Condizione libro: New. This item is printed on demand. Paperback. 26 pages. Dimensions: 9.7in. x 7.4in. x 0.1in.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1908 edition. Excerpt: . . . INEPT What is the burthen of this gold sunshine That burns across the voidness of decay, Or stamps its splendour on the forest pine, Or lifts--a token torch--one sweet-fern spray Why would it brand so deep The meadows spread Untarnishable in their pomp of dew, Or frost, or clear meridian: overhead Droppeth the night; but one must creep into The brake to hide one from the harvest moon, So wide she stares. Great stars that shed no boon Flame through the orchard apples laid in heaps. Why this profusion of September fire Poured where the thistle in the tilth grows higher, Laid over the broad fields where no man reaps NOT VINTAGE 109 NOT VINTAGE A Garden heavy with the harvest hops, Creeping in garlands, glorious as they creep, Up toward the sun, bearing their blossom-drops Through coils of leafy light--gold blooms that steep The air with thunder--fatal flowering round Of some oppressive spirit, severed quite From the quick feet of sylvan hunting-ground, From the fountains of the hills, and from thy sight, Iacchus, Reveller! Ah, wouldst thou come, Even from many toils and bitter chance, From the Alcyonian Lake! Tis only those Who have drunk fervently of mortal woes Can strike the timbrel, can attune the dance. We have no god, and all our lives are dumb. SEPTEMBER But why is Nature at such heavy pause, And the earth slowly ceasing to revolve Only the lapping tides abide their laws, And very softly on the sand dissolve. The fruit is gathered--not an apple drops: In little mists above the garden bed The petals of the last gold dahlia shed; The spider central mid his wreathed dewdrops! Oh still, oh quiet!--and no issue found; No laying up to rest of callow things, Or scale, or sheaf, or tissue of armed wings: Open the tilth, open the. . . This item ships from La Vergne,TN. Paperback. Codice libro della libreria 9781230469195

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Descrizione libro Theclassics.Us, United States, 2013. Paperback. Condizione libro: New. 246 x 189 mm. Language: English . Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****. This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1908 edition. Excerpt: . INEPT What is the burthen of this gold sunshine That burns across the voidness of decay, Or stamps its splendour on the forest pine, Or lifts--a token torch--one sweet-fern spray? Why would it brand so deep? The meadows spread Untarnishable in their pomp of dew, Or frost, or clear meridian: overhead Droppeth the night; but one must creep into The brake to hide one from the harvest moon, So wide she stares. Great stars that shed no boon Flame through the orchard apples laid in heaps. Why this profusion of September fire Poured where the thistle in the tilth grows higher, Laid over the broad fields where no man reaps? NOT VINTAGE 109 NOT VINTAGE A Garden heavy with the harvest hops, Creeping in garlands, glorious as they creep, Up toward the sun, bearing their blossom-drops Through coils of leafy light--gold blooms that steep The air with thunder--fatal flowering round Of some oppressive spirit, severed quite From the quick feet of sylvan hunting-ground, From the fountains of the hills, and from thy sight, Iacchus, Reveller! Ah, would st thou come, Even from many toils and bitter chance, From the Alcyonian Lake! Tis only those Who have drunk fervently of mortal woes Can strike the timbrel, can attune the dance. We have no god, and all our lives are dumb. SEPTEMBER But why is Nature at such heavy pause, And the earth slowly ceasing to revolve? Only the lapping tides abide their laws, And very softly on the sand dissolve. The fruit is gathered--not an apple drops: In little mists above the garden bed The petals of the last gold dahlia shed; The spider central mid his wreathed dewdrops! Oh still, oh quiet!--and no issue found; No laying up to rest of callow things, Or scale, or sheaf, or tissue of armed wings: Open the tilth, open the. Codice libro della libreria AAV9781230469195

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Descrizione libro Theclassics.Us, United States, 2013. Paperback. Condizione libro: New. 246 x 189 mm. Language: English . Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1908 edition. Excerpt: . INEPT What is the burthen of this gold sunshine That burns across the voidness of decay, Or stamps its splendour on the forest pine, Or lifts--a token torch--one sweet-fern spray? Why would it brand so deep? The meadows spread Untarnishable in their pomp of dew, Or frost, or clear meridian: overhead Droppeth the night; but one must creep into The brake to hide one from the harvest moon, So wide she stares. Great stars that shed no boon Flame through the orchard apples laid in heaps. Why this profusion of September fire Poured where the thistle in the tilth grows higher, Laid over the broad fields where no man reaps? NOT VINTAGE 109 NOT VINTAGE A Garden heavy with the harvest hops, Creeping in garlands, glorious as they creep, Up toward the sun, bearing their blossom-drops Through coils of leafy light--gold blooms that steep The air with thunder--fatal flowering round Of some oppressive spirit, severed quite From the quick feet of sylvan hunting-ground, From the fountains of the hills, and from thy sight, Iacchus, Reveller! Ah, would st thou come, Even from many toils and bitter chance, From the Alcyonian Lake! Tis only those Who have drunk fervently of mortal woes Can strike the timbrel, can attune the dance. We have no god, and all our lives are dumb. SEPTEMBER But why is Nature at such heavy pause, And the earth slowly ceasing to revolve? Only the lapping tides abide their laws, And very softly on the sand dissolve. The fruit is gathered--not an apple drops: In little mists above the garden bed The petals of the last gold dahlia shed; The spider central mid his wreathed dewdrops! Oh still, oh quiet!--and no issue found; No laying up to rest of callow things, Or scale, or sheaf, or tissue of armed wings: Open the tilth, open the. Codice libro della libreria AAV9781230469195

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