 | Robert Frost - 1915 - 146 Seiten
...backward to with pride, And nothing to look forward to with hope. So now and never any different." Part of a moon was falling down the west, Dragging...apron to it. She put out her hand Among the harp-like morning-glory strings, Taut with the dew from garden bed to eaves, As if she played unheard the tenderness... | |
 | Robert Frost - 1915 - 152 Seiten
...backward to with pride, And nothing to look forward to with hope, So now and never any different." Part of a moon was falling down the west, Dragging...apron to it. She put out her hand Among the harp-like morning-glory strings, Taut with the dew from garden bed to eaves, As if she played unheard the tenderness... | |
 | 1915 - 884 Seiten
...veracity; but I must restrict myself to these arresting lines and to the hushed, tragic close: — Part of a moon was falling down the west. Dragging...apron to it. She put out her hand Among the harp-like morning-glory strings Taut with the dew from garden bed to eaves, As if she played unheard the tenderness... | |
 | Robert Frost - 1915 - 146 Seiten
...backward to with pride, And nothing to look forward to with hope, So now and never any different." Part of a moon was falling down the west, Dragging...She 'saw And spread her apron to it. She put out her Among the harp-like morning-glory strings, Taut with the dew from garden bed to eaves, As if she played... | |
 | Amy Lowell - 1917 - 398 Seiten
...her on the wooden steps. They talk, the wife persuading, the husband a trifle unwilling. At length, Part of a moon was falling down the west, Dragging...apron to it. She put out her hand Among the harp-like morning-glory strings, Taut with the dew from garden bed to eaves, As if she played unheard the tenderness... | |
 | William Stanley Braithwaite - 1918 - 356 Seiten
...backward to with pride, And nothing to look forward to with hope, So now and never any different." Part of a moon was falling down the west, Dragging...apron to it. She put out her hand Among the harp-like morning-glory strings, Taut with the dew from garden bed to eaves, As if she played unheard the tenderness... | |
 | Francis Fisher Browne, Waldo Ralph Browne, Scofield Thayer, Marianne Moore - 1919 - 532 Seiten
...feet, That twinkled starlike, moved as swift, and fine, And beat the air so thin, they made it shine. Part of a moon was falling down the west Dragging...harp-like morning glory strings, Taut with the dew from garden-bed to carves, As if she played unheard the tenderness That wrought on him. . . . Awakening... | |
 | Conrad Aiken - 1919 - 304 Seiten
...feet, That twinkled starlike, moved as swift, and fine, And beat the air so thin, they made it shine. Part of a moon was falling down the west Dragging...apron to it. She put out her hand Among the harp-like morning-glory strings, Taut with the dew from garden-bed to eaves, As if she played unheard the tenderness... | |
 | Louis Untermeyer - 1919 - 396 Seiten
...hill with me And have our fire and laugh and be afraid." Or this from " The Death of the Hired Man " : Part of a moon was falling down the west, Dragging...apron to it. She put out her hand Among the harp-like morning-glory strings, Taut with the dew from garden bed to eaves, As if she played unheard the tenderness... | |
 | John Livingston Lowes - 1919 - 368 Seiten
...wept as I remember'd how often you and I Had tired the sun with talking and sent him down the sky, Part of a moon was falling down the west, Dragging the whole sky with it to the hills. Like a four-sided wedge The Custom House Tower Pokes at the low, flat sky, Pushing it farther and farther... | |
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And spread her apron to it. She put out her hand Among the harp-like morning-glory strings, Taut with the dew from garden bed to eaves, As if she played unheard some tenderness That wrought on him beside her in the night. "Warren," she said, "he has come... 
