 Speak gently, Spring, and make no sudden sound; For in my windy valley yesterday I found New-born foxes squirming on the ground — Speak gently. Walk softly, March, forbear the bitter blow; Her feet within a trap, her blood upon the snow, The four little...  The Atlantic Monthly - Pàgina 2151925Visualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | 1926 - 152 pàgines
...sudden sound; ^JFor in my windy valley yeslterday I found Newborn foxes squirming on the groundSpeak gently. Walk softly, March, forbear the bitter blow;...upon the snow, The four little foxes saw their mother goWalk softly. Go lightly, Spring, oh, give them no alarm; As I covered them with boughs to shelter... | |
 | Harriet Monroe, Morton Dauwen Zabel, George Dillon, Karl Shapiro, Henry Rago, Peter De Vries, Jessica North MacDonald, Marion Strobel - 1926 - 760 pàgines
...Sarett has never done a finer lyric than this one, Four Little Foxes, from his latest book, Slow Smoke: Speak gently, Spring, and make no sudden sound; For...softly. Go lightly, Spring — oh, give them no alarm! When I covered them with boughs to shelter them from harm The thin blue foxes suckled at my arm —... | |
 | Harriet Monroe - 1926 - 326 pàgines
...animals who suffer like children. Who can forget the Four Little Foxes in his latest book, Slow Smoke? Speak gently, Spring, and make no sudden sound ; For...softly. Go lightly, Spring — oh, give them no alarm! When I covered them with boughs to shelter them from harm The thin blue foxes suckled at my arm —... | |
 | Harriet Monroe - 1926 - 328 pàgines
...animals who suffer like children. Who can forget the Four Little Foxes in his latest book, Slow Smoke? Speak gently, Spring, and make no sudden sound; For...foxes saw their mother go— Walk softly. Go lightly, Spring—oh, give them no alarm! When I covered them with boughs to shelter them from harm The thin... | |
 | Jessie Belle Rittenhouse - 1927 - 376 pàgines
...Out of black and misty mould As when hearth-logs bloom in gold ! E. Merrill Root FOUR LITTLE FOXES SPEAK gently, Spring, and make no sudden sound ; For...softly. Go lightly, Spring, oh, give them no alarm ; When I covered them with boughs to shelter them from harm, The thin blue foxes suckled at my arm... | |
 | Charles Henry Woolbert, Severina Elaine Nelson - 1927 - 408 pàgines
...while lovers have been strangers. Friended thus, I have let nothing pass. KAY BOYLE. FOUR LITTLE FOXES4 Speak gently, Spring, and make no sudden sound; For...softly. Go lightly, Spring, oh, give them no alarm; When l covered them with boughs to shelter them from harm, The thin blue foxes suckled at my arm —... | |
 | Harry Franklin Harrington, Evaline Harrington - 1927 - 392 pàgines
...streaming. This morn the sea Of gemmed debris Like powdered pearls is gleaming. FOUR LITTLE FOXES 1 Speak gently, Spring, and make no sudden sound; For...softly. Go lightly, Spring, oh, give them no alarm; When I covered them with boughs to shelter them from harm, The thin blue foxes suckled at my arm —... | |
 | Frances Elizabeth Clarke - 1927 - 474 pàgines
...Society of America. The poem is Four Little Foxes, which appeared first in The Atlantic Monthly. " Speak gently, Spring, and make no sudden sound; For...softly. Go lightly, Spring, oh, give them no alarm; When I covered them with boughs to shelter them from harm, Step softly, March, with your rampant hurricane;... | |
 | Marguerite Ogden Bigelow Wilkinson - 1928 - 620 pàgines
...bear, Drink its color sparkling there Like a blue wine brewed in air. Leonora Speyer FOUR LITTLE FOXES Speak gently, Spring, and make no sudden sound ; For...softly. Go lightly, Spring, oh, give them no alarm ; When I covered them with boughs to shelter them from barm, The thin blue foxes suckled at my arm... | |
 | Sharon Osborne Brown - 1928 - 572 pàgines
...weedy counterfeit of peace! — Oh, I was once a passing bird like you. FOUR LITTLE FOXES LEW SARETT Speak gently, Spring, and make no sudden sound; For...softly. Go lightly, Spring, oh, give them no alarm; When I covered them with boughs to shelter them from harm, The thin blue foxes suckled at my arm —... | |
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