The book The Shoes of Happiness And Other Poems was written by author Edwin Markham Here you can read free online of The Shoes of Happiness And Other Poems book, rate and share your impressions in comments. If you don't know what to write, just answer the question: Why is The Shoes of Happiness And Other Poems a good or bad book?
Where can I read The Shoes of Happiness And Other Poems for free?
In our eReader you can find the full English version of the book. Read The Shoes of Happiness And Other Poems Online - link to read the book on full screen.
Our eReader also allows you to upload and read Pdf, Txt, ePub and fb2 books. In the Mini eReder on the page below you can quickly view all pages of the book -
Read Book The Shoes of Happiness And Other Poems
What reading level is The Shoes of Happiness And Other Poems book?
To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
146 THE SHOES OF HAPPINESS You come with all the buds and birds astart You with the heart of April in your heart. So take our banded welcome as we drink A health to you on April s flowering brink To you come hither from that elder clime, Where April has been wreathed in poets rhyme, Been touched with love and tears By English minstrels down a thousand years. And when your Sherwood Forest calls you home Over the furrows of the ocean foam, Take message from this people to your own To England, wit...h her scented hawthorns blown, And all her skylarks in a rapture-pain Sprinkling the happy fields with lyric rain. Tell her that lordlier than her cliffs and towers, Tell her that mightier than her pomps and powers, 147 THE SHOES OF HAPPINESS We see her line of poets stretching back Ten centuries, a bright, immortal track. Tell her that while she built the things that seem, They built her glory out of deathless dream. Ah, more is that wild beauty left by Keats Than all the blazon of her kingly seats; More is that wonder from the hand of Blake Than all her guns that make the nations quake; More is her Shelley, with his starry dare, Than all her flags ringed round with battle blare; More her blind Milton voyaging the Vast Than all her squadrons shearing down the blast; And more is Shakspere, lord of lyric seers, Than all her conquests of a thousand years.
User Reviews: