Modern American PoetryLouis Untermeyer Harcourt, Brace, 1921 - 406 pagini |
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Pagina 9
... fall , Dissolve , and vanish - take thyself no shame . They fail , and they alone , who have not striven . TWO QUATRAINS MAPLE LEAVES October turned my maple's leaves to gold ; The most are gone now ; here and there one lingers : Soon ...
... fall , Dissolve , and vanish - take thyself no shame . They fail , and they alone , who have not striven . TWO QUATRAINS MAPLE LEAVES October turned my maple's leaves to gold ; The most are gone now ; here and there one lingers : Soon ...
Pagina 29
... fall , Split at the rock and together again , Accept my bed , or narrow or wide , And flee from folly on every side With a lover's pain to attain the plain Far from the hills of Habersham , Far from the valleys of Hall . All down the ...
... fall , Split at the rock and together again , Accept my bed , or narrow or wide , And flee from folly on every side With a lover's pain to attain the plain Far from the hills of Habersham , Far from the valleys of Hall . All down the ...
Pagina 40
... fall is here- Of course we miss the flowers , and the blossoms on the trees , And the mumble of the hummin ' - birds and buzzin ' of the bees ; But the air's so appetizin ' ; and the landscape through the haze Of a crisp and sunny ...
... fall is here- Of course we miss the flowers , and the blossoms on the trees , And the mumble of the hummin ' - birds and buzzin ' of the bees ; But the air's so appetizin ' ; and the landscape through the haze Of a crisp and sunny ...
Pagina 58
... it beat ' em all to pieces ! He had a Morgan colt an ' sebral head o ' Jarsey cattle- An ' druv ' em ' board de Ark as soon's he heered de thun- der rattle . Den sech anoder fall ob rain ! It come so 58 Irwin Russell De Fust Banjo.
... it beat ' em all to pieces ! He had a Morgan colt an ' sebral head o ' Jarsey cattle- An ' druv ' em ' board de Ark as soon's he heered de thun- der rattle . Den sech anoder fall ob rain ! It come so 58 Irwin Russell De Fust Banjo.
Pagina 59
Louis Untermeyer. Den sech anoder fall ob rain ! It come so awful hebby , De ribber riz immejitly , an ' busted troo de lebbee ; De people all wuz drownded out - ' cep ' Noah an ' de critters , An ' men he'd hired to wuk de boat - an ...
Louis Untermeyer. Den sech anoder fall ob rain ! It come so awful hebby , De ribber riz immejitly , an ' busted troo de lebbee ; De people all wuz drownded out - ' cep ' Noah an ' de critters , An ' men he'd hired to wuk de boat - an ...
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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.