Modern American PoetryLouis Untermeyer Harcourt, Brace, 1921 - 406 pagini |
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Pagina iii
... Blood of Things by Alfred Kreymborg . THE CENTURY COMPANY - for the selections from Merchants from Cathay by William Rose Benét and War and Laughter by James Oppenheim . THE CENTURY MAGAZINE - for " Lake Song " by Jean Starr Untermeyer ...
... Blood of Things by Alfred Kreymborg . THE CENTURY COMPANY - for the selections from Merchants from Cathay by William Rose Benét and War and Laughter by James Oppenheim . THE CENTURY MAGAZINE - for " Lake Song " by Jean Starr Untermeyer ...
Pagina xxx
... blood from the millions struggling in the depths . Inspiring as these examples were , they did not generate others of their kind ; the field lay fallow for more than a decade . The lull was pronounced , the gathering storm remained ...
... blood from the millions struggling in the depths . Inspiring as these examples were , they did not generate others of their kind ; the field lay fallow for more than a decade . The lull was pronounced , the gathering storm remained ...
Pagina xxxv
... blood and bones of the people they represent . But Frost is by no means the dark naturalist that many suspect . Behind the mask of " grimness " which many of his critics have fastened upon him , there is a continual elfin pucker ; a ...
... blood and bones of the people they represent . But Frost is by no means the dark naturalist that many suspect . Behind the mask of " grimness " which many of his critics have fastened upon him , there is a continual elfin pucker ; a ...
Pagina 63
... blood and tears and nameless woe They hail far off the dawning light ; Through faith in them the nations go , Sun - smitten in the deepest night : - Honor to them from East to West Be on the shouting earth to - day ! Holy their memory ...
... blood and tears and nameless woe They hail far off the dawning light ; Through faith in them the nations go , Sun - smitten in the deepest night : - Honor to them from East to West Be on the shouting earth to - day ! Holy their memory ...
Pagina 83
... blood- Touch of manner , hint of mood ; And my heart is like a rhyme , With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time . The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry Of bugles going by . And my lonely spirit thrills To ...
... blood- Touch of manner , hint of mood ; And my heart is like a rhyme , With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time . The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry Of bugles going by . And my lonely spirit thrills To ...
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Pagina 326 - OREAD Whirl up, sea — Whirl your pointed pines. Splash your great pines On our rocks. Hurl your green over us — Cover us with your pools of fir.
Pagina 112 - Miniver mourned the ripe renown That made so many a name so fragrant; He mourned Romance, now on the town, And Art a vagrant. Miniver loved the Medici, Albeit he had never seen one; He would have sinned incessantly Could he have been one.
Pagina 40 - And the clackin' of the guineys, and the cluckin' of the hens, And the rooster's hallylooyer as he tiptoes on the fence ; O, it's then's the times a feller is a-feelin' at his best, With the risin...
Pagina 118 - Whenever Richard Cory went down town, We people on the pavement looked at him: He was a gentleman from sole to crown, Clean favored, and imperially slim. And he was always quietly arrayed, And he was always human when he talked; But still he fluttered pulses when he said, 'Good-morning,' and he glittered when he walked.
Pagina 45 - And his musket moulds in his hands. Time was when the little toy dog was new, And the soldier was passing fair; And that was the time when our Little Boy Blue Kissed them and put them there. "Now, don't you go till I come,
Pagina 340 - Against the earth's sweet flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all day, And lifts her leafy arms to pray; A tree that may in summer wear A nest of robins in her hair; Upon whose bosom snow has lain; Who intimately lives with rain. Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree.
Pagina 352 - I Have a Rendez-Vous with Death I have a rendezvous with Death At some disputed barricade, When Spring comes back with rustling shade And apple blossoms fill the air — I have a rendezvous with Death When Spring brings back blue days and fair. It may be he shall take my hand, And lead me into his dark land, And close my eyes and quench my breath — It may be I shall pass him still. I have a rendezvous with Death...
Pagina 51 - Here was a man to hold against the world, A man to match the mountains and the sea. The color of the ground was in him, the red earth ; The smack and tang of elemental things; The rectitude and patience of the cliff; The good-will of the rain that loves all leaves; The friendly welcome of the wayside well...
Pagina 30 - Abide, abide, The willful waterweeds held me thrall, The laving laurel turned my tide, The ferns and the fondling grass said Stay, The dewberry dipped for to work delay, And the little reeds sighed Abide, abide, Here in the hills of Habersham, Here in the valleys of Hall.
Pagina 351 - I have a rendezvous with Death At some disputed barricade, When Spring comes back with rustling shade And apple-blossoms fill the air — I have a rendezvous with Death When Spring brings back blue days and fair. It may be he shall take my hand And lead me into his dark land And close my eyes and quench my breath — It may be I shall pass him still. I have a rendezvous with Death On some scarred slope of battered hill, When Spring comes round again this year And the first meadow-flowers appear.