Modern American PoetryLouis Untermeyer Harcourt, Brace, 1921 - 406 pagini |
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Pagina xxix
... light verse . These four exceptions were Richard Hovey , Bliss Carman , William Vaughn Moody and Ed- win Markham . Both Hovey ( in his Along the Trail and his modernization of Launcelot and Guenevere , a poetic drama in five books ) and ...
... light verse . These four exceptions were Richard Hovey , Bliss Carman , William Vaughn Moody and Ed- win Markham . Both Hovey ( in his Along the Trail and his modernization of Launcelot and Guenevere , a poetic drama in five books ) and ...
Pagina xxxiii
... light of the former has grown in magnitude . Yet Masters's most famous book will rank as one of the land- marks of American literature . In it , he has synthesized the small towns of the mid - West with a background that is unmistakably ...
... light of the former has grown in magnitude . Yet Masters's most famous book will rank as one of the land- marks of American literature . In it , he has synthesized the small towns of the mid - West with a background that is unmistakably ...
Pagina 9
... light is given ; Then , if at last the airy structure 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 ...
... light is given ; Then , if at last the airy structure 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 ...
Pagina 10
... light , extempore verse , belonging to a far lower plane than his serious publications ; he talked about them reluctantly , he even hoped that they would be forgotten . It is difficult to say whether this regret grew because Hay ...
... light , extempore verse , belonging to a far lower plane than his serious publications ; he talked about them reluctantly , he even hoped that they would be forgotten . It is difficult to say whether this regret grew because Hay ...
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... light of the day , What you've got to do with the question Ef Tim shill go or stay . And furder than that I give notice , Ef one of you tetches the boy , He kin check his trunks to a warmer clime Than he'll find in Illanoy . Why , blame ...
... light of the day , What you've got to do with the question Ef Tim shill go or stay . And furder than that I give notice , Ef one of you tetches the boy , He kin check his trunks to a warmer clime Than he'll find in Illanoy . Why , blame ...
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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.