Volume 1.6 | This Views Poetry | March 18, 2002 |
A Boundless Moment | ||||
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He halted in the wind, and what was that Oh, thats the Paradise-in-Bloom, I said; We stood a moment so, in a strange world, |
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Robert Frost (1874-1963) | ||||
Poetry pp. 233f |
Earliest Spring | ||||
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Tossing his mane of snows in wildest eddies and tangles, But in my heart I feel the life of the wood and the meadow Nay, to earths life in mine some prescience, or
dream, or desire |
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William Dean Howells (1837-1920) | ||||
Oxford Book of English Verse (1900) # 812 |
Triad | ||||
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From the Silence of Time, Times Silence borrow. In the heart of To-day is the word of To-morrow. The Builders of Joy are the Children of Sorrow. |
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William Sharp (1856-1902) | ||||
Oxford Book of English Mystical Verse p. 400 |
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