 O cities, grind ; I leave you a blur behind. I am lifted elate — the skies expand : Here the world's heaped gold is a pile of sand. Let them weary and work in their narrow walls: I ride with the voices of waterfalls!  Scribner's Magazine ... - Page 7021895Full view - About this book
 | 1925 - 502 pages
...it. Do not eat from the same dish with any other person. — The Commonhealth. The Joy of the Open. I ride on the hills, I forgive, I forget Life's hoard of regrets — All the terror and pain Of the chafing chain. Grind on, O cities, grind : I leave you a... | |
 | New Thought - 1903 - 748 pages
...Wild poppies crowd on the sunny banks; A bee booms out of the scented grass; A jay laughs with me as I pass. I ride on the hills, I forgive, I forget Life's...the skies expand: Here the world's heaped gold is a pile of sand. Let them weary and work in their narrow walls: I ride with the voices of waterfalls!... | |
 | Edwin Markham - American poetry - 1899 - 154 pages
...forget Life's hoard of regret — All the terror and pain Of the chafing chain. The Jay of the Hills \ Grind on, O cities, grind : I leave you a blur behind....the skies expand : Here the world's heaped gold is a pile of sand. Let them weary and work in their narrow walls : I ride with the voices of waterfalls... | |
 | Edwin Markham - American poetry - 1899 - 148 pages
...poppies crowd on the sunny banks ; A bee booms out of the scented grass ; A jay laughs with me as I pass. I ride on the hills, I forgive, I forget Life's...— All the terror and pain Of the chafing chain. The Joy of the Hills Grind on, O cities, grind : I leave you a blur behind. I am lifted elate — the... | |
 | Edwin Markham - American poetry - 1899 - 154 pages
...crowd on the sunny banks ; A bee booms out of the scented grass ; A jay laughs with me as I pass. t I ride on the hills, I forgive, I forget ) Life's hoard of regret — i All the terror and pain \^ Of the chafing chain. 90 The Joy of the Hills Grind on, O cities,... | |
 | Edwin Markham - American poetry - 1900 - 148 pages
...sunny banks; A bee booms out of the scented grass; A jay laughs with me as I pass. The Joy of the Hills I ride on the hills, I forgive, I forget Life's hoard...the skies expand: Here the world's heaped gold is a pile of sand. Let them weary and work in their narrow walls: I ride with the voices of waterfalls!... | |
 | S. D. Waterman, J. W. McClymonds, C. C. Hughes - Children's poetry - 1903 - 200 pages
...poppies crowd on the sunny banks , A bee booms out of the scented grass ; A jay laughs with me as I pass. I ride on the hills, I forgive, I forget Life's hoard of regret — All the terror and pain of a chafing chain. Grind on, O cities, grind ! I leave you a blur behind. I am lifted elate — the skies... | |
 | Lewis Henry Jones - Readers - 1904 - 296 pages
...out of the scented grass; A jay laughs with me as I pass. I ride on the hills, I forgive, I forget 15 Life's hoard of regret — All the terror and pain Of the chafing chain. Grind on, 0 cities, grind, I leave you a blur behind. 20 I am lifted elate — the skies expand : 1 From " The... | |
 | Lewis Henry Jones - Readers - 1904 - 296 pages
...out of the scented grass; A jay laughs with me as I pass. I ride on the hills, I forgive, I forget 15 Life's hoard of regret — All the terror and pain Of the chafing chain. Grind on, 0 cities, grind, I leave you a blur behind. 20 I am lifted elate — the skies expand: 1 From " The... | |
 | California Teachers Association - 1911 - 600 pages
...Wild poppies crowd on the sunny banks; A bee booms out of the scented grass; A jay laughs with me as I pass. I ride on the hills, I forgive, I forget Life's...the skies expand : Here the world's heaped gold is a pile of sand. Let them weary and work in their narrow walls: I ride with the voices of waterfalls!... | |
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