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With Vince Edwards, Indus Arthur, Jeanne Bates, Sidney Blackmer. Nurse Wills' longstanding friendship with Anna Medalle is tested when she disagrees with Anna's decision to pressure her son Andy into following in his late father's footsteps by joining the Air Force.
- Marc Daniels
- 1966-02-07
- Drama
- 60
May 12, 2021 · And weave but nets to catch the wind. Et in Arcadia Ego - Nicholas Poussin. Nicholas Poussin’s seminal painting of 1637-8, ‘ Et in Arcadia Ego ’, which depicts a tomb in a manicured paradisal landscape, drew his audience’s attention to a contemporary preoccupation: death, and the idea of decay.
May 13, 2011 · And weave but nets to catch the wind. Font size: Collection PDF. Submitted on May 13, 2011. Modified on May 03, 2023. 28 sec read. 142 Views. Quick analysis: Full analysis for Vanitas Vanitatum »
- Beauty
- The Eagle and The Mole
- Madman's Song
- The Prinkin' Leddie
- August
- The Crooked Stick
- Atavism
- Wild Peaches
- Sanctuary
- The Lion and The Lamb
Say not of Beauty she is good, Or aught but beautiful, Or sleek to doves' wings of the wood Her wild wings of a gull. Call her not wicked; that word's touch Consumes her like a curse; But love her not too much, too much, For that is even worse. O, she is neither good nor bad, But innocent and wild! Enshrine her and she dies, who had The hard heart ...
Avoid the reeking herd, Shun the polluted flock, Live like that stoic bird, The eagle of the rock. The huddled warmth of crowds Begets and fosters hate; He keeps, above the clouds, His cliff inviolate. When flocks are folded warm, And herds to shelter run, He sails above the storm, He stares into the sun. If in the eagle's track Your sinews cannot ...
Better to see your cheek grown hollow, Better to see your temple worn, Than to forget to follow, follow, After the sound of a silver horn. Better to bind your brow with willow And follow, follow until you die, Than to sleep with your head on a golden pillow, Nor lift it up when the hunt goes by. Better to see your cheek grown sallow And your hair g...
_"The Hielan' lassies are a' for spinnin' The Lowlan' lassies for prinkin' and pinnin'; My daddie w'u'd chide me, an' so w'u'd my minnie If I s'u'd bring hame sic a prinkin' leddie."_ Now haud your tongue, ye haverin' coward, For whilst I'm young I'll go flounced an' flowered, In lutestring striped like the strings o' a fiddle, Wi' gowden girdles a...
Why should this Negro insolently stride Down the red noonday on such noiseless feet? Piled in his barrow, tawnier than wheat, Lie heaps of smoldering daisies, somber-eyed, Their copper petals shriveled up with pride, Hot with a superfluity of heat, Like a great brazier borne along the street By captive leopards, black and burning pied. Are there no...
First Traveler: What's that lying in the dust? Second Traveler: A crooked stick. First Traveler: What's it worth, if you can trust To arithmetic? Second Traveler: Isn't this a riddle? First Traveler: No, a trick. Second Traveler: It's worthless. Leave it where it lies. First Traveler: Wait; count ten; Rub a little dust upon your eyes; Now, look aga...
I always was afraid of Somes's Pond: Not the little pond, by which the willow stands, Where laughing boys catch alewives in their hands In brown, bright shallows; but the one beyond. There, when the frost makes all the birches burn Yellow as cow-lilies, and the pale sky shines Like a polished shell between black spruce and pines, Some strange thing...
1 When the world turns completely upside down You say we'll emigrate to the Eastern Shore Aboard a river-boat from Baltimore; We'll live among wild peach trees, miles from town. You'll wear a coonskin cap, and I a gown Homespun, dyed butternut's dark gold color. Lost, like your lotus-eating ancestor, We'll swim in milk and honey till we drown. The ...
This is the bricklayer; hear the thud Of his heavy load dumped down on stone. His lustrous bricks are brighter than blood, His smoking mortar whiter than bone. Set each sharp-edged, fire-bitten brick Straight by the plumb-line's shivering length; Make my marvelous wall so thick Dead nor living may shake its strength. Full as a crystal cup with drin...
I saw a Tiger's golden flank, I saw what food he ate, By a desert spring he drank; The Tiger's name was Hate. Then I saw a placid Lamb Lying fast asleep; Like a river from its dam Flashed the Tiger's leap. I saw a Lion tawny-red, Terrible and brave; The Tiger's leap overhead Broke like a wave. In sand below or sun above He faded like a flame. The L...
Nov 25, 2020 · Nets to Catch the Wind, her first traditionally published poetry collection, appeared in 1921. Some five subsequent collections were published in her lifetime (never in the best of health, she died at age 43), with more collections that came out posthumously.
Webster. "All the Flowers of the Spring" from "The Devil's Law Case" (c.1610) And man does flourish but his time. We are set, we grow, we turne to earth. As shadowes wait upon the Sunne. And weave but nets to catch the wind. The Oxford Book of Seventeenth Century Verse. Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1934. 204-205.
Sweetest breath and clearest eye. Like perfumes go out and die; And consequently this is done. As shadows wait upon the sun. Vain the ambition of kings. Who seek by trophies and dead things. To leave a living name behind, And weave but nets to catch the wind.
