 Who toss the golden and the flame-like flowers, And pass the prairie-hawk that, poised on high, Flaps his broad wings, yet moves not - ye have played Among the palms of Mexico and vines Of Texas, and have crisped the limpid brooks That from the fountains...  The People's Magazine - Page 1881834Full view - About this book
 | Jay Parini - Literary Criticism - 1995 - 788 pages
...flowers, And pass the prairie-hawk that, poised on high, Flaps his broad wings, yet moves not—ye have played Among the palms of Mexico and vines Of...That from the fountains of Sonora glide Into the calm Pacific—have ye fanned A nobler or a lovelier scene than this? Man hath no part in all this glorious... | |
 | A. Robert Lee, W. M. Verhoeven - American literature - 1996 - 376 pages
...Territory as well. The prairie hawk that the speaker sees comes off a bit like the American eagle: ... ye have played Among the palms of Mexico and vines...the fountains of Sonora glide Into the calm Pacific. . . . (P, 50) Just as the speaker's eye and heart expand, so the hawk's flight takes in large tracts... | |
 | Various - Poetry - 1996 - 496 pages
...to glide along and chase 15 The sunny ridges. Breezes of the South! And pass the prairie-hawk that, poised on high, Flaps his broad wings, yet moves not...ye have played Among the palms of Mexico and vines 20 Of Texas, and have crisped the limpid brooks That from the fountains of Sonora glide Into the calm... | |
 | Alison Hawthorne Deming - Literary Criticism - 1996 - 362 pages
...Breezes of the South! Who toss the golden and the flamelike flowers, And pass the prairie-hawk that, poised on high, Flaps his broad wings, yet moves not...nobler or a lovelier scene than this? Man hath no power in all this glorious work: The hand that built the firmament hath heaved And smoothed these verdant... | |
 | Kirsten Silva Gruesz - History - 2002 - 322 pages
...Breezes of the South! Who toss the golden and the flame-like flowers, And pass the prairie-hawk that, poised on high, Flaps his broad wings, yet moves not...— have ye fanned A nobler or a lovelier scene than this?'7 "Breezes of the South!" constitutes virtually the only apostrophe in the poem. In this section,... | |
 | Carmela Ciuraru - Poetry - 2007 - 264 pages
...Breezes of the South! Who toss the golden and the flame-like flowers, And pass the prairie-hawk that, poised on high, Flaps his broad wings, yet moves not...nobler or a lovelier scene than this? Man hath no power in all this glorious work: The hand that built the firmament hath heaved And smoothed these verdant... | |
 | Andrew R. L. Cayton, Richard Sisson, Chris Zacher - Social Science - 2006 - 1918 pages
...Breezes of the South! Who toss the golden and the flame-like flowers, And pass the prairie-hawk that, poised on high, Flaps his broad wings, yet moves not — ye have played As o'er the verdant waste I guide my steed, Among the high rank grass that sweeps his sides, The hollow... | |
 | John C. Van Tramp - Mississippi River Valley - 1870 - 794 pages
...Breezes of the South ! Who toss the golden and the flame-like flowers, And pass the prairie-hawk, that, poised on high, Flaps his broad wings, yet moves not...have ye fanned A nobler or a lovelier scene than this ? Mail hath no part in all this glorious work : The hand that built the firmament hath heaved And smoothed... | |
 | A. Robert Lee, W. M. Verhoeven - Literary Criticism - 1996 - 372 pages
...Territory as well. The prairie hawk that the speaker sees comes off a bit like the American eagle: ... ye have played Among the palms of Mexico and vines...the fountains of Sonora glide Into the calm Pacific. . . . (P, 50) Just as the speaker's eye and heart expand, so the hawk's flight takes in large tracts... | |
 | Louis Le Baut - English language - 1959 - 358 pages
...Breezes of the South ! Who toss the golden and the flame-like flowers, And pass the prairie-hawk that, poised on high, Flaps his broad wings, yet moves not...ye have played Among the palms of Mexico and vines 20 Of Texas, and have crisped the limpid brooks That from the fountains of Sonora glide Into the calm... | |
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