The golden treasury of magazine verse by William Stanley BraithwaiteThe golden treasury of magazine verse by William Stanley Braithwaite

The golden treasury of magazine verse

byWilliam Stanley Braithwaite

Paperback | February 2, 2012

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1918. Excerpt: ... Dance awhile, the Harper's playing--Drink the rainbow wine with me!" "Two and two are four, four and three are seven"--Then he only droned it on his stool in Heaven; "Work is bread and bread is living, Little mouths grow very hungry In the rooms of Paradise--She must wear a golden feather When she walks along the sky." "Two and two are four, four and three are seven"--Just a whisper now through the walls of Heaven; "01 can not find the error, Can not strike the gleaming Balance--All the magic's out of Figures, All the wonder out of loving, And the Master has no praise." "Two and two are four, four and three are seven"--Still he mutters on at the books of Heaven--"Work is bread and bread is living"--Through the long celestial day. Contemporary Verse Scudder Middleton 70 A Dog SO, back again?--And is your errand done, Unfailing one? How quick the gray world, at your morning look. Turns wonder-book! Come in,--O guard and guest. Come, 0 you breathless from a life-long quest;--Search here my heart; and if a comfort be, Ah, comfort me! You eloquent one, you best Of all diviners, so to trace The weather-gleams upon a face; With wordless, querying paw, Adventuring the law! You shaggy Loveliness, What call was it?--What dream beyond a guess, Lured you, gray ages back, From that lone bivouac Of the wild pack?--Was it your need?--Or ours, the calling trail Of faith that should not fail?--Of hope dim understood?--That you should follow our poor humanhood, Only because you would! To search and circle,--follow and outstrip, Men and their fellowship; And keep your heart no less, Your back-and-forth of hope and wistfulness, Through all world-weathers and against all odds! Can you forgive us, now,--Your fallen gods? Josephine Preston Peabody The Poetry Review of America 7...
Title:The golden treasury of magazine verseFormat:PaperbackDimensions:78 pages, 9.69 × 7.44 × 0.16 inPublished:February 2, 2012Publisher:General Books LLCLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0217386679

ISBN - 13:9780217386678