 | George Herbert Clarke - 1917 - 460 頁
...Breathe deep, and start, to see him pass the door. His head is bowed. He thinks on men and kings. Yes, when the sick world cries, how can he sleep ? Too...sins of all the war-lords burn his heart, He sees the dreadnoughts scouring every main. He carries on his shawl-wrapped shoulders now The bitterness, the... | |
 | Edwin Almiron Greenlaw - 1918 - 346 頁
...iiiimiiiiiimiimiiiiiiiiiiimiiiimiiiiiiiiimiiiiiiiii iiimiiiimiiimmmiiiiiiiiimi mini His head is bowed. He thinks on men and kings. Yea, when the sick world cries, how can...the pain. He cannot rest until a spirit-dawn Shall come ; — the shining hope of Europe free : The league of sober folk, the Worker's Earth Bringing... | |
 | Lyman Pierson Powell, Gertrude Wilson Powell - 1918 - 358 頁
...awake for long Breathe deep, and start, to see him pass the door. His head is bowed. He thinks on men and kings. Yea, when the sick world cries, how can...shoulders now The bitterness, the folly and the pain. UNION 63 He cannot rest until a spirit-dawn Shall come; — the shining hope of Europe free: The league... | |
 | American Library Association. General Meeting - 1918 - 354 頁
...door. His head is bowed. He thinks on men and kings. Yea, when the sick world cries, how can he eleep? Too many peasants fight, they know not why. Too many...the pain. He cannot rest until a spirit-dawn Shall come; — the shining hope of Europe free: The league of sober folk, the Worker's Earth Bringing long... | |
 | Lyman Pierson Powell, Gertrude Wilson Powell - 1918 - 358 頁
...awake for long Breathe deep, and start, to see him pass the door. His head is bowed. He thinks on men and kings. Yea, when the sick world cries, how can...sins of all the war-lords burn his heart. He sees the'dreadnaughts scouring every main. He carries on his shawl-wrapped shoulders now The bitterness,... | |
 | Lyman Pierson Powell, Gertrude Wilson Powell - 1918 - 360 頁
...awake for long Breathe deep, and start, to see him pass the door. His head is bowed. He thinks on men and kings. Yea, when the sick world cries, how can...homesteads in black terror weep. The sins of all the war-lords^burn his heart. He sees the dreadnaughts scouring every main. He carries on his shawl-wrapped... | |
 | Jessie Belle Rittenhouse - 1919 - 254 頁
...awake for long Breathe deep, and start, to see him pass the door. His head is bowed. He thinks on men and kings. Yea, when the sick world cries, how can...the pain. He cannot rest until a spirit-dawn Shall come; — the shining hope of Europe free: The league of sober folk, the Workers' Earth, Bringing long... | |
 | Louis Untermeyer - 1919 - 200 頁
...they know not why; Too many homesteads in black terror weep. •See pages 10, 47, 50, 119, 123, 144. The sins of all the war-lords burn his heart. He sees...spirit-dawn Shall come;—the shining hope of Europe free: A league of sober folk, the Workers' Earth, Bringing long peace to Cornland, Alp and Sea. It breaks... | |
 | Leonard G. Nattkemper, George Wharton James - 1919 - 776 頁
...awake for long Breathe deep, and start, to see him pass the door. His head is bowed. He thinks on men and kings, Yea, when the sick world cries, how can...sins of all the war-lords burn his heart, He sees the dreadnoughts scouring every main. He can not rest until a spirit-dawn Shall come — the shining hope... | |
 | 1919 - 426 頁
...why; Too many homesteads in black terror weep. [272] ABRAHAM LINCOLN WALKS AT MIDNIGHT— [Continued] The sins of all the war-lords burn his heart. He sees...the pain. He cannot rest until a spirit-dawn Shall come; — the shining hope of Europe free: The league of sober folk, the Workers' Earth, Bringing long... | |
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The prairie-lawyer, master of us all. He cannot sleep upon his hillside now. He is among us: -as in times before! And we who toss and lie awake for long Breathe deep, and start, to see him pass the door. His head is bowed. He thinks on men and kings. 
