Modern American PoetryLouis Untermeyer Harcourt, Brace, 1921 - 406 pagini |
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Pagina ix
... Earth 89 The Elf and the Dormouse 90 92 94 95 95 At the Crossroads Unmanifest Destiny Love in the Winds A Stein Song . MADISON CAWEIN ( 1865-1914 ) Snow The Man Hunt Penury Deserted • BERT LESTON TAYLOR ( 1866-1921 ) Canopus WILLIAM ...
... Earth 89 The Elf and the Dormouse 90 92 94 95 95 At the Crossroads Unmanifest Destiny Love in the Winds A Stein Song . MADISON CAWEIN ( 1865-1914 ) Snow The Man Hunt Penury Deserted • BERT LESTON TAYLOR ( 1866-1921 ) Canopus WILLIAM ...
Pagina xii
... Earth 250 250 251 The Lincoln Child Night Note ALICE CORBIN · 252 257 Echoes of Childhood LOLA RIDGE Passages from " The Ghetto " New Orleans Wind in the Alleys 258 262 265 265 PAGE WALLACE STEVENS Peter Quince at the Clavier 266 ALFRED ...
... Earth 250 250 251 The Lincoln Child Night Note ALICE CORBIN · 252 257 Echoes of Childhood LOLA RIDGE Passages from " The Ghetto " New Orleans Wind in the Alleys 258 262 265 265 PAGE WALLACE STEVENS Peter Quince at the Clavier 266 ALFRED ...
Pagina xxxvi
... earth on which he dwells , is , for Sandburg , the ground he touches before rising ; realism acts merely as a spring- board from which this poet leaps into a romantic mysticism . When Chicago Poems first appeared , it was received with ...
... earth on which he dwells , is , for Sandburg , the ground he touches before rising ; realism acts merely as a spring- board from which this poet leaps into a romantic mysticism . When Chicago Poems first appeared , it was received with ...
Pagina 51
... earth , Dasht through it all a strain of prophecy ; Tempered the heap with thrill of human tears ; Then mixt a laughter with the serious stuff . Into the shape she breathed a flame to light That tender , tragic , ever - changing face ...
... earth , Dasht through it all a strain of prophecy ; Tempered the heap with thrill of human tears ; Then mixt a laughter with the serious stuff . Into the shape she breathed a flame to light That tender , tragic , ever - changing face ...
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... earth to - day ! Holy their memory ! Sweet their rest ! Who fill the skies with freedom's ray ! H. C. Bunner Henry Cuyler Bunner , one of our most delightful writers of light verse , was born at Oswego , New York , in 1855. At twenty ...
... earth to - day ! Holy their memory ! Sweet their rest ! Who fill the skies with freedom's ray ! H. C. Bunner Henry Cuyler Bunner , one of our most delightful writers of light verse , was born at Oswego , New York , in 1855. At twenty ...
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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.