| English poetry - 1910 - 332 pages
...And bears man's smudge, and shares man's smell; the soil Is bare now, nor can foot feel being shod. And for all this, nature is never spent; There lives...freshness deep down things; And though the last lights from the black west went, Oh, morning at the brown brink eastwards springs— Because the Holy Ghost... | |
| Katherine Marie Cornelia Brégy - Composers - 1912 - 232 pages
...And bears man's smudge, and shares man's smell ; the soil Is bare now, nor can foot feel being shod. And for all this, nature is never spent ; There lives...freshness deep down things ; And though the last lights from the black west went, Oh, morning at the brown brink eastwards springs — Because the Holy Ghost... | |
| Fiona McKay - Devotional calendars - 1917 - 472 pages
...And bears man's smudge, and shares man's smell; the soil Is bare now, nor can foot feel being shod. And for all this, nature is never spent; There lives...freshness deep down things ; And though the last lights from the black West went, Oh, morning at the brown brink eastwards springs — Because the Holy Ghost... | |
| Louise Collier Willcox - English poetry - 1917 - 330 pages
...And bears man's smudge, and shares man's smell; the soil Is bare now, nor can foot feel being shod. And for all this, nature is never spent; There lives...freshness deep down things ; And though the last lights from the black west went, Oh, morning at the brown brink eastwards springs — Because the Holy Ghost... | |
| 1919 - 926 pages
...And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell : the soil Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod. And for all this, nature is never spent: There lives...Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs — Because the Holy Ghost over the bent World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings. It... | |
| Christianity - 1983 - 520 pages
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| Harriet Monroe, Alice Corbin Henderson - American poetry - 1923 - 708 pages
...And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod. And, for all this, nature is never spent — There...Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs: Because the Holy Ghost over the bent World broods with warm breast and with — ah ! — bright wings.... | |
| Harriet Monroe, Alice Corbin Henderson - American poetry - 1923 - 706 pages
...And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell : the soil Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod. And, for all this, nature is never spent — There...Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs: Because the Holy Ghost over the bent World broods with warm breast and with — ah!— bright wings.... | |
| Daniel Howard Sinclair Nicholson, Arthur Hugh Evelyn Lee - English poetry - 1924 - 672 pages
...And bears man's smudge, and shares man's smell ; the soil Is bare now, nor can foot feel being shod. And for all this, nature is never spent ; There lives the dearest freshness deep down things j And though the last lights from the black west went, Oh, morning at the brown brink eastwards springs... | |
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