The bud of the apple is desire, the down-falling gold, The catbird's gobble in the morning half-awake... These are real only if I make them so. Whistle For me, grow green for me and, as you whistle and grow green, Intangible arrows quiver and stick in the skin And I taste at the root of the tongue the unreal of what is real.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Having behind us the producing masses of this nation and the world, supported by the commercial interests, the labor interests, an...d the toilers everywhere, we will answer their demand for a gold standard by saying to them: You shall not press down upon the brow of labor this crown of thorns, you shall not crucify mankind upon a cross of gold.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Such was life in the Golden Gate: Gold dusted all we drank and ate,... And I was one of the children told, "We all must eat our peck of gold."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
We mustn't touch them yet, but see and see! And what was green would by and by be gold.... Their name was called the Gold Hesperidee.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The hapless Nymph with wonder saw: A whisker first and then a claw,... With many an ardent wish, She stretch'd in vain to reach the prize. What female heart can gold despise? What Cat's averse to fish?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »