...late in the century, wrote his celebrated lines : Bowed by the weight of centuries he loans "The Man Upon his hoe and gazes on the ground, The emptiness of ages in his face, And on his back tha burden of the world. Who made him dead to rapture and despair, A thing that grieves not and that...

...on their backs; it would be blind stupidity to deny that; but what I would dispute is that they are "dead to rapture and despair, a thing that grieves not and that never hopes, stolid and stunned, as brother to the ox, to whom the swing of the Pleiades, the peaks of song, the rift of dawn, the reddening...

...interprets its meaning: "God made man In His own image, in the Image of God made He him."— Genesis. OWED by the weight of centuries he leans Upon his hoe and gazes on the ground, The emptiness cf ages In his face, And on his back the burden of the world. Who made him dead to rapture and despair,...

...responsibility to them; the responsibility Is fate's, heredity's, nature's, God's, and the Hoe-Man's own. This " thing that grieves not and that never hopes, Stolid and stunned, a brother to the ox," stands there in the open of the world, alone, victim of inexorable forces that are beyond human control;...

...remarkable poem founded on Millet's "Man with the Hoe," urges this very searching interrogatory : — " Who made him dead to rapture and despair? A thing that grieves not, and never hopes? Stolid and stunned, a brother to the ox ? " Certainly, not America, where no such peasant...

...THE PAINTING BY MILLET God made man in His own image, in the image of God made He him. — GENESIS, ? Whose was the hand that slanted back this brow? Whose breath blew out the light within this brain...

...Bowed by the weight of centuries he leans "Tbe Mac Upon his hoe and gazes on the ground, S'" 1 ,," 16 The emptiness of ages in his face, And on his back...the ox? Who loosened and let down this brutal jaw? Whose was the hand that slanted back this browT ' Whose breath blew out the light within his brainf...

...power of thought are well-nigh dead within him. Here is the poet's picture of the typical peasant : " The emptiness of ages in his face, And on his back...never hopes, Stolid and stunned, a brother to the ox ? " Muscular toil, prolonged to exhaustion, has robbed the peasant's brain and nerves of that vital...

...which in some measure fulfils Edwin Markham's vision of " The Man with the Hoe" : — " Bowed with the weight of centuries, he leans Upon his hoe, and...his face, And on his back the burden of the world." Work alone can never be enough. There must be some result and progress to redeem life from utter barrenness....

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