Was andere dazu sagen - Rezension schreiben
Es wurden keine Rezensionen gefunden.
Andere Ausgaben - Alle anzeigen
ancient animals appear Babylon beauty began bone brain break breath called Cave cities clay close consist CORYPHODON dark dawn death deep died dreams earliest earth Eohippus EVOLUTION expresses extinct eyes face feel feet fish formations fossils gave geological going grass grave hair hand head heart higher and higher hold hour human idea immortal king known land Langdon Smith larger light lived long ago loved you once mammal MAMMOTHS matter moon mortal natur nearer Neocomian Neolithic never night o'er old Japan once once in old Page perhaps period plain poem prehistoric races reaching rocks royal sense shaped shore side SIMILAR single slave slow soul spirit stand STANZA stars step stone strange strata sweet tell things thought Till took trees turned tusks universe verse wall wild William Ernest Henley
Seite 16 - Immense have been the preparations for me, , • Faithful and friendly the arms that have help'd me. Cycles" ferried my cradle, rowing and rowing like cheerful boatmen, For room to me stars kept aside in their own rings, They sent influences to look after what was to hold me. Before I was born out of my mother generations guided me, My embryo has never been torpid, nothing could overlay it...
Seite 18 - Thus the Seer, With vision clear, Sees forms appear and disappear, In the perpetual round of strange, Mysterious change From birth to death, from death to birth, From earth to heaven, from heaven to earth ; Till glimpses more sublime Of things, unseen before, Unto his wondering eyes reveal The Universe, as an immeasurable wheel Turning for evermore In the rapid and rushing river of Time.
Seite 33 - OR ever the knightly years were gone With the old world to the grave, I was a King in Babylon And you were a Christian Slave.
Seite 20 - In days of long ago. Said the little Eohippus, "I am going to be a horse! And on my middle finger-nails To run my earthly course! I'm going to have a flowing tail! I'm going to have a mane! I'm going to stand fourteen hands high On the psychozoic plain!
Seite 31 - I HAVE been here before, But when or how I cannot tell : I know the grass beyond the door, The sweet keen smell, The sighing sound, the lights around the shore. You have been mine before, — How long ago I may not know : But just when at that swallow's soar Your neck turned so, Some veil did fall, — I knew it all of yore.
Seite 16 - Cycles ferried my cradle, rowing and rowing like cheerful boatmen, For room to me stars kept aside in their own rings, They sent influences to look after what was to hold me. Before I was born out of my mother generations guided me, My embryo has never been torpid, nothing could overlay it. For it the nebula cohered to an orb, The long slow strata piled to rest it on, Vast vegetables gave it sustenance, Monstrous sauroids transported it in their mouths and deposited it with care. All forces have...
Seite 24 - We are going to turn life upside down About a thing called gold! We are going to want the earth, and take As much as we can hold! We are going to wear great piles of stuff Outside our proper skins! We are going to have Diseases! And Accomplishments!! And Sins!!!" Then they all rose up in fury Against their boastful friend, For prehistoric patience Cometh quickly to an end. Said one, "This is chimerical! Utopian! Absurd!
Seite 22 - Man! And stand upright, and hunt, and fight, And conquer all I can! I'm going to cut down forest trees, To make my houses higher ! I'm going to kill the Mastodon! I'm going to make a fire!" Loud screamed the Anthropoidal Apes, With laughter wild and gay; They tried to catch that boastful one, But he always got away; So they yelled at him in chorus, Which he minded not a whit; And they pelted him with cocoanuts, Which didn't seem to hit ; And then they gave him reasons, Which they thought of much...
Seite 8 - Your hair is as dark as jet. Your years are few, your life is new, Your soul untried, and yet — Our trail is on the Kimmeridge clay, And the scarp of the Purbeck flags, We have left our bones in the Bagshot stones, And deep in the Coraline crags; Our love is old, our lives are old, And death shall come amain; Should it come to-day, what man may say We shall not live again?