 | American essays - 1915 - 884 pages
...Then he flung outward, feet first, with a swish, Kicking his way down through the air to the ground. So was I once myself a swinger of birches. And so I dream of going back to be. It 's when I 'm weary of considerations, And life is too much like a pathless wood Where your face... | |
 | Anita P. Forbes - American poetry - 1920 - 328 pages
...Then he flung outward, feet first, with a swish, Kicking his way down through the air to the ground. So was I once myself a swinger of birches. And so...back to be. It's when I'm weary of considerations, Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs Broken across it, and one eye is weeping From a... | |
 | Gertrude Elizabeth Johnson - Elocution - 1920 - 444 pages
...Then he flung outward, feet first, with a swish, Kicking his way down through the air to the ground. So was I once myself a swinger of birches. And so I dream of going back to be. It 's when I 'm weary of considerations, And life is too much like a pathless wood Where your face... | |
 | Conrad Aiken - American poetry - 1922 - 378 pages
...he flung outward, feet first, with a swish, Kicking his way down through the air to the ground. 151 So was I once myself a swinger of birches. .. And...life is too much like a pathless wood Where your face bums and tickles with the cobwebs Broken across it, and one eye is weeping From a twig's having lashed... | |
 | Robert Frost - American poetry - 1923 - 164 pages
...Then he flung outward, feet first, with a swish, Kicking his way down through the air to the ground. So was I once myself a swinger of birches. And so...weeping From a twig's having lashed across it open. id Hke to get away from earth awhile nd then come back to it andTTegln over, [ay no fate" wilfully misunderstand... | |
 | Josiah Gilbert Holland, Richard Watson Gilder - American literature - 1923 - 1054 pages
...from folk-speech itself. Even when Mr. Frost touches his peaks of elevation he still talks, not sings. "So was I once myself a swinger of birches. And so I dream of going back to be. It 's when I 'm weary of considerations, And life is too much like a pathless wood Where your face... | |
 | Jessie Belle Rittenhouse - American poetry - 1919 - 252 pages
...Then he flung outward, feet first, with a swish, Kicking his way down through the air to the ground. So was I once myself a swinger of birches. And so...weeping From a twig's having lashed across it open. I 'd like to get away from earth awhile And then come back to it and begin over. May no fate willfully... | |
 | Louis Untermeyer - American poetry - 1925 - 666 pages
...Then he flung outward, feet first, with a swish, Kicking his way down through the air to the ground. So was I once myself a swinger of birches ; And so I dream of going back to be. It's when f'm weary of considerations, And life is too much like a pathless wood Where your face burns and tickles... | |
 | Carl Van Doren, Mark Van Doren - American literature - 1925 - 380 pages
...voice, even when he is deeply moved, as in these lines of "Birches," one of his most noted poems : So was I once myself a swinger of birches. And so I dream of going back to be. It 's when I 'm weary of considerations, And life is too much like a pathless wood Where your face... | |
 | Louis Untermeyer - American poetry - 1925 - 664 pages
...Then he flung outward, feet first, with a swish, Kicking his way down through the air to the ground. So was I once myself a swinger of birches; And so I dream of going ^ack ttT be. It's when I'm weary of considerations, And life is too much like a pathless wood Where... | |
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To the top branches, climbing carefully With the same pains you use to fill a cup Up to the brim, and even above the brim. Then he flung outward, feet first, with a swish, Kicking his way down through the air to the ground. So was I once myself a swinger... 
