 Or through the market, on the well-worn stones He stalks until the dawn-stars burn away. A bronzed, lank man! His suit of ancient black, A famous high top-hat and plain worn shawl Make him the quaint great figure that men love, The prairie-lawyer, master...  Contemporary War Poems - Página 7editado por - 1914 - 43 páginasVista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | George Herbert Clarke - 1917 - 460 páginas
...88 Or by his homestead, or in shadowed yards He lingers where his children used to play ; Or through the market, on the well-worn stones He stalks until...door. His head is bowed. He thinks on men and kings. Yes, when the sick world cries, how can he sleep ? Too many peasants fight, they know not why, Too... | |
 | Louis Untermeyer - 1919 - 200 páginas
...The prairie-lawyer, master of us all. He cannot sleep upon his hillside now. He is among us:—-as in times before! And we who toss and lie awake for...see him pass the door. His head is bowed. He thinks of men and kings. Yea, when the sick world cries, how can he sleep? Too many peasants fight, they know... | |
 | Tucker Brooke, Henry Seidel Canby - 1919 - 288 páginas
...love, The prairie-lawyer, master of us all. He cannot sleep upon his hillside now. He is among us:—as in times before! And we who toss and lie awake for...see him pass the door. His head is bowed. He thinks on.men and kings. Yea, when the sick world cries, how can he sleep? Too many peasants fight, they know... | |
 | Louis Untermeyer - 1921 - 466 páginas
...Lindsay. Or by his homestead, or in shadowed yards He lingers where his children used to play, Or through the market, on the well-worn stones He stalks until...see him pass the door. His head is bowed. He thinks of men and kings. Yea, when the sick world cries, how can he sleep? Too many peasants fight, they know... | |
 | 1921 - 192 páginas
...down, Or by his homestead, or in shadowed yards He lingers where his children used to play, Or through the market, on the well-worn stones He stalks until...see him pass the door. His head is bowed. He thinks of men and kings. Yea, when the sick world cries, how can he sleep? Too many peasants fight, they know... | |
 | Louis Untermeyer - 1921 - 470 páginas
...dawn-stars burn away. A bronzed, lank man! His suit of ancient black, A famous high top-hat and plain worji shawl Make him the quaint great figure 'that men love,...see him pass the door. His head is bowed. He thinks of men and kings. Yea, when the sick world cries, how can he sleep? Too many peasants fight, they know... | |
 | Louis Untermeyer - 1921 - 464 páginas
...love, The prairie-lawyer, master of us all. He cannot sleep upon his hillside now. He is among us:—as in times before! And we who toss and lie awake for...see him pass the door. His head is bowed. He thinks of men and kings. Yea, when the sick world cries, how can he sleep? Too many peasants fight, they know... | |
 | John Matthews Manly, Eliza Randall Simmons Bailey, Edith Rickert - 1922 - 452 páginas
...ILLINOIS) Or by his homestead, or in shadowed yards He lingers where his children used to play, Or through the market, on the well-worn stones He stalks until...see him pass the door. His head is bowed. He thinks of men and kings. Yea, when the sick world cries, how can he sleep? Too many peasants fight, they know... | |
 | Henry Van Dyke, Hardin Craig, Asa Don Dickinson - 1922 - 1920 páginas
...all. u He cannot sleep upon his hillside now. He is among us: — as in times before! The Gipsy Girl And we who toss and lie awake for long Breathe deep, and start, to see him pass the door. 16 His head is bowed. He thinks on men and kings. Yea, when'the sick world cries, how can he sleep?... | |
 | Louis Untermeyer - 1925 - 666 páginas
...400. Or by his homestead, or in shadowed yards He lingers where his children used to play, Or through the market, on the well-worn stones He stalks until...see him pass the door. His head is bowed. He thinks of men and kings. Yea, when the sick world cries, how can he sleep ? Too many peasants fight, they... | |
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