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قراءة كتاب Gloucester Moors and Other Poems
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GLOUCESTER MOORS
AND OTHER POEMS
BY
WILLIAM VAUGHN MOODY
WILLIAM VAUGHN MOODY
BOSTON AND NEW YORK
HOUGHTON MIFFLIN COMPANY
The Riverside Press Cambridge
HOUGHTON MIFFLIN COMPANY
The Riverside Press Cambridge
COPYRIGHT, 1901, BY WILLIAM VAUGHN MOODY
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
NOTE
Several poems of this collection, including "An Ode in Time of Hesitation," "The Brute," and "On a Soldier Fallen in the Philippines," have appeared in the Atlantic Monthly; "Gloucester Moors" and "Faded Pictures," in Scribner's Magazine; and "The Ride Back," under a different title in the Chap-Book. The author is indebted to the editors of these periodicals for leave to reprint.
CONTENTS
| PAGE | |
| GLOUCESTER MOORS | 1 |
| GOOD FRIDAY NIGHT | 5 |
| ROAD-HYMN FOR THE START | 9 |
| AN ODE IN TIME OF HESITATION | 12 |
| THE QUARRY | 22 |
| ON A SOLDIER FALLEN IN THE PHILIPPINES | 24 |
| UNTIL THE TROUBLING OF THE WATERS | 26 |
| JETSAM | 39 |
| THE BRUTE | 49 |
| THE MENAGERIE | 55 |
| THE GOLDEN JOURNEY | 62 |
| HEART'S WILD-FLOWER | 65 |
| HARMONICS | 67 |
| ON THE RIVER | 68 |
| THE BRACELET OF GRASS | 70 |
| THE DEPARTURE | 72 |
| FADED PICTURES | 74 |
| A GREY DAY | 75 |
| THE RIDE BACK | 76 |
| SONG-FLOWER AND POPPY | 80 |
| I. IN NEW YORK | |
| II. AT ASSISI | |
| HOW THE MEAD-SLAVE WAS SET FREE | 86 |
| A DIALOGUE IN PURGATORY | 89 |
| THE DAGUERREOTYPE | 98 |
POEMS
GLOUCESTER MOORS
A mile behind is Gloucester town
Where the fishing fleets put in,
A mile ahead the land dips down
And the woods and farms begin.
Here, where the moors stretch free
In the high blue afternoon,
Are the marching sun and talking sea,
And the racing winds that wheel and flee
On the flying heels of June.
Where the fishing fleets put in,
A mile ahead the land dips down
And the woods and farms begin.
Here, where the moors stretch free
In the high blue afternoon,
Are the marching sun and talking sea,
And the racing winds that wheel and flee
On the flying heels of June.
Jill-o'er-the-ground is purple blue,
Blue is the quaker-maid,
The wild geranium holds its dew
Long in the boulder's shade.
Wax-red hangs the cup
From the huckleberry
Blue is the quaker-maid,
The wild geranium holds its dew
Long in the boulder's shade.
Wax-red hangs the cup
From the huckleberry