Modern American PoetryLouis Untermeyer Harcourt, Brace, 1921 - 406 pagini |
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Pagina v
... Flower from the Ashes by Edith M. Thomas . THE NEW REPUBLIC - for a poem by Ridgeley Torrence . PAGAN PUBLISHING COMPANY - for two poems from Minna and Myself by Maxwell Bodenheim . POETRY : A MAGAZINE OF VERSE - for the two V ...
... Flower from the Ashes by Edith M. Thomas . THE NEW REPUBLIC - for a poem by Ridgeley Torrence . PAGAN PUBLISHING COMPANY - for two poems from Minna and Myself by Maxwell Bodenheim . POETRY : A MAGAZINE OF VERSE - for the two V ...
Pagina x
... 143 145 147 151 153 155 • 158 162 165 165 166 167 169 170 Meeting - House Hill A Lady Free Fantasia on Japanese Themes Madonna of the Evening Flowers Wind and Silver PAGE RIDGELY TORRENCE ( 1875- The Bird and the Tree X Contents.
... 143 145 147 151 153 155 • 158 162 165 165 166 167 169 170 Meeting - House Hill A Lady Free Fantasia on Japanese Themes Madonna of the Evening Flowers Wind and Silver PAGE RIDGELY TORRENCE ( 1875- The Bird and the Tree X Contents.
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... Flowers ) The Death of the Hired Man Good - Bye and Keep Cold The Runaway 171 173 177 178 181 187 188 Birches Fragmentary Blue The Onset 189 191 192 WILLIAM ELLERY LEONARD ( 1876- The Image of Delight 193 To the Victor . 194 SARAH N ...
... Flowers ) The Death of the Hired Man Good - Bye and Keep Cold The Runaway 171 173 177 178 181 187 188 Birches Fragmentary Blue The Onset 189 191 192 WILLIAM ELLERY LEONARD ( 1876- The Image of Delight 193 To the Victor . 194 SARAH N ...
Pagina 31
... flowers mortally yearn , And the lordly main from beyond the plain Calls o'er the hills of Habersham , Calls through the valleys of Hall . NIGHT AND DAY 1 The innocent , sweet Day is dead . Dark Night hath slain her in her bed . O ...
... flowers mortally yearn , And the lordly main from beyond the plain Calls o'er the hills of Habersham , Calls through the valleys of Hall . NIGHT AND DAY 1 The innocent , sweet Day is dead . Dark Night hath slain her in her bed . O ...
Pagina 40
... 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 morning of the airly autumn days Is a ...
... 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 morning of the airly autumn days Is a ...
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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.