Yong adventure (Google eBook)

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1918
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Page 15 - award of the prize offered by Professor Albert Stanburrough Cook to Yale University for the best unpublished verse, the Committee of Award consisting of Professors CF Tucker Brooke, of Yale University, Robert Frost, of Amherst College, and Charles M. Gayley, of the University of California.
Page 65 - but the sun and the sky and the sea. But down by the marsh where the fever breeds, Only the water chuckles and pleads; For the hemp clings fast to a dead man's throat, And blind Fate gathers back her seeds.
Page 90 - The old man said. A dry smile creased his face With many wrinkles. "That's a great poem, now! That one of Browning's! Shelley? Shelley plain? The time that I remember best is this—
Page 85 - GODS, what a black, fierce day! The clouds were iron, Wrenched to strange, rugged shapes; the red sun winked Over the rough crest of the hairy wood In angry scorn; the grey road twisted, kinked, Like a sick serpent, seeming to environ The trees with magic. All the wood was still—
Page 88 - somehow striving toward the sun. So, as he slept, his hands clenched tighter, Shut in the old way of the fighter, His feet curled up to grip the ground, His muscles tautened for a bound; And though he felt, and felt alone, Strange brightness stirred him to the bone, Cravings to rise—till deeper sleep Buried the hope, the call, the leap; A wind puffed out
Page 88 - and falls . . . He slept and woke and slept again. As a veil drops Time dropped away ; Space grew a toy for children's play, Sleep bolted fast the gates of Sense— He lay in naked impotence; Like a drenched moth that
Page 58 - brood And gorge the sticky mess these fools call food! THE HEMP. (A Virginia Legend.} THE PLANTING OF THE HEMP. CAPTAIN HAWK scourged clean the seas (Black is the gap below the plank)
Page 88 - the old way of the fighter, His feet curled up to grip the ground, His muscles tautened for a bound; And though he felt, and felt alone, Strange brightness stirred him to the bone, Cravings to rise—till deeper sleep Buried the hope, the call, the leap; A wind puffed out
Page 17 - Dark green, dusk red, and, like a coiling snake, Writhing eternally in smoky gyres, Great ropes of gorgeous vapor twist and turn Within them. So the Eastern fisherman Saw the swart genie rise when the lead seal, Scribbled with charms, was lifted from the jar; And—well, how went the tale ? Like this, like this ? . . . No herbage broke the barren
Page 88 - deeper sleep Buried the hope, the call, the leap; A wind puffed out his mind's faint spark. He was absorbed into the dark. He woke again and felt a surge Within him, a mysterious urge That grew one hungry flame of passion; The whole world altered shape and fashion. Deceived, befooled, bereft and torn, He scourged the heavens with his scorn, Lifting a bitter voice to cry Against the eternal

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