Modern American PoetryLouis Untermeyer Harcourt, Brace, 1921 - 406 pagini |
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Pagina xiv
... Beauty Love and Liberation Nirvana JOYCE KILMER ( 1886-1918 ) Trees Martin SHAEMAS O SHEEL ( 1886- PAGE 302 303 • 303 • 305 305 307 309 309 312 312 315 316 317 318 320 ' 321 322 323 327 328 329 329 330 531 335 336 338 · 339 • 339 340 ...
... Beauty Love and Liberation Nirvana JOYCE KILMER ( 1886-1918 ) Trees Martin SHAEMAS O SHEEL ( 1886- PAGE 302 303 • 303 • 305 305 307 309 309 312 312 315 316 317 318 320 ' 321 322 323 327 328 329 329 330 531 335 336 338 · 339 • 339 340 ...
Pagina xxx
... beauty but deriv- ing its life - 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 ...
... beauty but deriv- ing its life - 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 ...
Pagina xxxiv
... beauty of the Fact , he shares , with Robinson and Masters , the determination to tell not merely the actual but the factual truth . But Frost , a less disillusioned though a more saddened poet , wears his rue and his realism with a ...
... beauty of the Fact , he shares , with Robinson and Masters , the determination to tell not merely the actual but the factual truth . But Frost , a less disillusioned though a more saddened poet , wears his rue and his realism with a ...
Pagina xlii
... beauty , all its citizens , artists . At heart a missionary even more than a minstrel , Lindsay often loses himself in his own evangelism ; worse , he frequently cheapens himself and caricatures his own gift by pandering to the ...
... beauty , all its citizens , artists . At heart a missionary even more than a minstrel , Lindsay often loses himself in his own evangelism ; worse , he frequently cheapens himself and caricatures his own gift by pandering to the ...
Pagina xliii
... beauty of sound or stress . Masters and Amy Lowell use the old forms and the new ones with impartiality and equal skill . A sweeping inclusiveness distinguishes our contemporary verse ; it embraces all themes , all cul- tures , all ...
... beauty of sound or stress . Masters and Amy Lowell use the old forms and the new ones with impartiality and equal skill . A sweeping inclusiveness distinguishes our contemporary verse ; it embraces all themes , all cul- tures , all ...
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Pagina 19 - Which is why I remark, And my language is plain, That for ways that are dark, And for tricks that are vain, The heathen Chinee is peculiar — Which the same I am free to maintain.
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 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 352 - twere better to be deep Pillowed in silk and scented down, Where love throbs out in blissful sleep, Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath, Where hushed awakenings are dear . . . But I've a rendezvous with Death...
Pagina 178 - Before I built a wall I'd ask to know What I was walling in or walling out, And to whom I was like to give offense. Something there is that doesn't love a wall, That wants it down." I could say "Elves" to him, But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather He said it for himself.
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 118 - Good-morning," and he glittered when he walked. And he was rich — yes, richer than a king — And admirably schooled in every grace: In fine, we thought that he was everything To make us wish that we were in his place. So on we worked, and waited for the light, And went without the meat, and cursed...
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 12 - Belle took fire, A thousand times he swore He'd hold her nozzle agin the bank Till the last soul got ashore. All boats has their day on the Mississip, And her day come at last. The Movastar was a better boat, But the Belle she wouldn't be passed, And so she come tearin...
Pagina 199 - Pocahontas' body, lovely as a poplar, sweet as a red haw in November or a pawpaw in May, did she wonder? does she remember? ... in the dust, in the cool tombs? Take any streetful of people buying clothes and groceries, cheering a hero or throwing confetti and blowing tin horns . . . tell me if the lovers are losers . . . tell me if any get more than the lovers ... in the dust ... in the cool tombs.