 | 1911 - 856 pagine
...descended to the Traveller, No head from the leaf-fringed sill Leaned over tnul looked into his gray eyes, Where he stood perplexed and still. But only...stirred and shaken By the lonely Traveller's call. A LAMENT FOR YOUTH. From the forests of the night, From the palace of the day, He hath winged a distant... | |
 | 1911 - 844 pagine
...descended to the Traveller, No head from the leaf-fringed sill Leaned over and looked into his gray eyes, Where he stood perplexed and still. But only...stirred and shaken By the lonely Traveller's call. A LAMENT FOR YOUTH. From the forests of the night, From the palace of the day, He hath winged a distant... | |
 | 1914 - 218 pagine
...the moonlight To that voice from the world of men : Stood thronging the faint moonbeams on the'dark stair, That goes down to the empty hall, Hearkening...call. And he felt in his heart their strangeness, Their stillness answering his cry, While his horse moved, cropping the dark turf, 'Neath the starred... | |
 | Mary C. Sturgeon - 1916 - 344 pagine
...piece. Twice the traveller knocks, crying : " Is there anybody there ? " but no answer comes : . . . only a host of phantom listeners That dwelt in the...call. And he felt in his heart their strangeness, Their stillness answering his cry, While his horse moved, cropping the dark turf, 'Neath the starred... | |
 | Walter De la Mare - 1916 - 112 pagine
...Stood listening in the quiet of the moonlight To that voice from the world of men: The Listeners 65 Stood thronging the faint moonbeams on the dark stair,...call. And he felt in his heart their strangeness, Their stillness answering his cry, While his horse moved, cropping the dark turf, 'Neath the starred... | |
 | Walter De la Mare - 1916 - 112 pagine
...To that voice from the world of men: The Listeners 65; Stood thronging the faint moonbeams on th« dark stair, That goes down to the empty hall, Hearkening...call. And he felt in his heart their strangeness, Their stillness answering his cry, While his horse moved, cropping the dark - ' turf, •- 'Neath the... | |
 | Walter De la Mare - 1916 - 112 pagine
...Listeners 65 Stood thronging the faint moonbeams on the dark stair, That goes down to the empty hall, 1 Hearkening in an air stirred and shaken By the lonely...call. And he felt in his heart their strangeness, Their stillness answering his cry, While his horse moved, cropping the dark turf, 'Neath the starred... | |
 | 1918 - 2062 pagine
...descended to the Traveller; No head from the leaf-fringed sill Leaned over and looked into his gray n m m hP W/ Their stillness answering his cry, While his horse moved, cropping the dark turf, 'Neath the starred... | |
 | Marguerite Ogden Bigelow Wilkinson, Marguerite Wilkinson - 1919 - 474 pagine
...there anybody there?" he said. But no one descended to the Traveller; No head from the leaf-fringed sill Leaned over and looked into his grey eyes, Where...call. And he felt in his heart their strangeness, Their stillness answering his cry, While his horse moved, cropping the dark turf, 'Neath the starred... | |
 | New York Public Library - 1919 - 14 pagine
...Across the empty street And saw Death softly watching her In the sunshine pale and sweet. The Listeners. But only a host of phantom listeners That dwelt in...stirred and shaken By the lonely Traveller's call. The Witch. All of these dead were stirring Each unto each did call, "A witch, a witch is sleeping Under... | |
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Is there anybody there?" he said. But no one descended to the Traveller; No head from the leaf-fringed sill Leaned over and looked into his grey eyes, Where he stood perplexed and still. But only a host of phantom listeners That dwelt in the lone house... 
