 Then away he rush'd to his mission of toil, Wherever lay guiding rods, And the work he could do at each throb of his pulse Flung a blush on the face of the gods. And Atlas himself, when he felt his weight, Bent lower his quaking limb, Then shook himself...  A Song of Labour, and Other Poems - Seite 70von Alexander Anderson - 1873 - 200 SeitenVollansicht - Über dieses Buch
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...of life to his heart?" Then a pigmy by jerks went up his side, Flung a globe of fire in his breast, And cities leapt nearer by hundreds of miles At the...And from head to heel, through each muscle of steel, Runs the cunning and clasp of the fire. Or, see how he tosses aside the night, And roars in his thirsty... | |
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...the dreaming earth, Till we brought him out with a cheer and a shout, And hammer 'd him into birth?" Then away he rush'd to his mission of toil, Wherever...he reaches his wild desire, And from head to heel, thro' each muscle of steel, Euns the cunning and clasp of the fire. Then hurrah for our mighty engine,... | |
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