Modern American PoetryLouis Untermeyer Harcourt, Brace, 1921 - 406 pagini |
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Pagina xxxvi
... face of those who still see only a coarseness and distorted veritism in Sandburg , it can- not be said too often that he is brutal only when dealing with brutal things ; that his " vulgarity " springs from an immense love of life , not ...
... face of those who still see only a coarseness and distorted veritism in Sandburg , it can- not be said too often that he is brutal only when dealing with brutal things ; that his " vulgarity " springs from an immense love of life , not ...
Pagina 41
... face lit with delight And all gratitude , I stay Yet to press their hands and say , " Thanks . So fine a time ! Good night . " 1 From the Biographical Edition of the James Whitcomb Riley . Copyright , 1913 . Complete Works of Used by ...
... face lit with delight And all gratitude , I stay Yet to press their hands and say , " Thanks . So fine a time ! Good night . " 1 From the Biographical Edition of the James Whitcomb Riley . Copyright , 1913 . Complete Works of Used by ...
Pagina 45
... face ; And they wonder , as waiting the long years through In the dust of that little chair , What has become of our Little Boy Blue , Since he kissed them and put them there . SEEIN ' THINGS 1 I ain't afraid uv snakes or toads , or ...
... face ; And they wonder , as waiting the long years through In the dust of that little chair , What has become of our Little Boy Blue , Since he kissed them and put them there . SEEIN ' THINGS 1 I ain't afraid uv snakes or toads , or ...
Pagina 49
... face , And on his back the burden of the world . Who made him dead to rapture and despair , A thing that grieves not and that never hopes , Stolid and stunned , a brother to the ox ? Who loosened and let down this brutal jaw ? Whose was ...
... face , And on his back the burden of the world . Who made him dead to rapture and despair , A thing that grieves not and that never hopes , Stolid and stunned , a brother to the ox ? Who loosened and let down this brutal jaw ? Whose was ...
Pagina 51
... face ; And laid on him a sense of the Mystic Powers , Moving all husht - behind the mortal vail . 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 ...
... face ; And laid on him a sense of the Mystic Powers , Moving all husht - behind the mortal vail . 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 ...
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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.