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    Herbs and Apples
    Herbs and Apples
    Herbs and Apples
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    Herbs and Apples

    By Helen Hay Whitney

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    Herbs and Apples is a collection of short poetry by Helen Hay Whitney. Whitney was an American poet, writer and philanthropist. Excerpt: "She is the youngest of the dead, And so the great lean round her feet; They strive to learn from her fair head Why far-forgotten life was sweet. For now she knows what Plato knows, And lapped in languor she agrees With Kant, and as her soft hair blows, Smiling, she flouts Demosthenes."
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDigiCat
    Release dateAug 10, 2022
    ISBN8596547156864
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      Herbs and Apples - Helen Hay Whitney

      Helen Hay Whitney

      Herbs and Apples

      EAN 8596547156864

      DigiCat, 2022

      Contact: DigiCat@okpublishing.info

      Table of Contents

      HERBS AND APPLES

      TO NEIGHBOR LIFE

      THE UNBURIED

      UP A LITTLE ROAD

      ON CEDAR STREET, NEW YORK

      CHE SARÀ SARÀ

      THE DEAD WANTON

      LEAVEN

      QUAERITUR

      LOVE LAND

      BY THE WESTERN GATE

      FOR MUSIC

      THE LITTLE GHOST

      MADONNA EVE

      A CONVERSATION

      BE BRAVE

      FORFEITURE

      THE SEARCH

      DUST

      NATURE'S CHILD

      VERITATIS

      THE PEACOCK

      ANTICIPATION

      THE WAYFARER

      RENUNCIATION

      ARABESQUE

      THE ARCHITECTS

      AMBUSH

      THE SCALES

      THE OLD TRAGEDY

      TABOO

      THE RIVALS

      ALONE

      BENEATH THE MASK

      THOTH

      LITTLE DANCER

      SIC ITUR AD ASTRA

      THE JUDGES

      THE SPRING PLANTING

      AN IMPRESSIONIST PICTURE

      SUCH HELP FOR SINGING

      TEMPUS EDAX RERUM

      THE COWARD

      THE LOST ROMANY

      COMPENSATION

      UNTAMED

      TO PERVANCHE

      THE BELLE

      RELEASE

      THE THIEF

      I WILL WRITE LETTERS TO THE GRASS

      ONLY THIS

      THE SURVIVOR

      MEGAERA

      THE SONG OF MOKAI

      TO THE GYPSY MAN

      THERE IS NO DANGER IN DISDAIN

      THE PLAYMATE

      AFTERWARDS

      THE OLD MAID

      MADNESS?

      THE SCHOLAR

      WISDOM'S SECRET

      CAGED

      THE WIFE SPEAKS

      THE ALTAR

      RECENT POETRY

      THE COMPLETE WORKS OF WILLIAM WATSON

      The Works of Laurence Hope

      INDIA'S LOVE LYRICS

      STARS OF THE DESERT

      KING ALFRED'S JEWEL

      ARTHUR SYMONS

      THE WORKS OF FRANCIS THOMPSON

      SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE

      A. E. HOUSMAN

      SAPPHO

      THE POETRY OF STEPHEN PHILLIPS

      RECENT POETRY SELECTED POEMS OF JOHN DAVIDSON

      HERBS AND APPLES

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      TO NEIGHBOR LIFE

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      Neighbor Life, I love you well,

      Have you any goods to sell?

      Let me buy or let me borrow

      Joy, to tide me o'er the morrow;

      I will give you in exchange

      Baskets full of thoughts that range,

      Bright utensils of my brain;

      Coins of feeling you shall gain.

      All I ask in equal measure

      Is your store of joy and pleasure.

      Neighbor Life, I love you well,

      Have you any joy to sell?

      THE UNBURIED

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      In the wood the dead trees stand,

      Dead and living, hand to hand,

      Being Winter, who can tell

      Which is sick and which is well?

      Standing upright, day by day

      Sullenly their hearts decay

      Till a wise wind lays them low,

      Prostrate, empty, then we know.

      So thro' forests of the street,

      Men stand dead upon their feet,

      Corpses without epitaph;

      God withholds his wind of wrath,

      So we greet them, and they smile,

      Dead and doomed a weary while,

      Only

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