 | 1910 - 332 str.
...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 - 1912 - 232 str.
...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 - 1917 - 330 str.
...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 - 1917 - 472 str.
...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 str.
...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...broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings. It was the tenderly imaginative conception of the closing lines of this poem that Mr. Bridges cited... | |
 | Harriet Monroe - 1921 - 428 str.
...comparing the Holy Virgin to the air we breathe; he was magnificently in earnest about the Holy Ghost that over the bent World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings. As for imagery, there is hardly a line in these eightyodd pages that does not glow with some strange... | |
 | Harriet Monroe, Alice Corbin Henderson - 1923 - 708 str.
...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...with warm breast and with — ah ! — bright wings. The modern mood of Stephen Crane was perhaps more militant. Taking a hint possibly from Yone Noguchi,... | |
 | Harriet Monroe, Alice Corbin Henderson - 1923 - 706 str.
...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...with warm breast and with — ah!— bright wings. The modern mood of Stephen Crane was perhaps more militant. Taking a hint possibly from Yone Noguchi,... | |
 | Daniel Howard Sinclair Nicholson, Arthur Hugh Evelyn Lee - 1924 - 672 str.
...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... | |
 | Tim Muldoon - 2009 - 240 str.
...And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil Is hare now, nor can foot feel, being shod. And for all this, nature is never spent; There lives...broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings. I love the image of the Holy Spirit enfolding the world in her wings, caring for it the way that a... | |
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It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod? Generations have trod, have trod, have trod; And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil; And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil... 
