Modern American PoetryLouis Untermeyer Harcourt, Brace, 1921 - 406 pagini |
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Pagina xxv
... spirit of the Western world . Now that the leadership of letters had passed from the East , all parts of the country began to try their voices . The West continued to hold its tuneful su- premacy ; the tradition of Harte and Hay was ...
... spirit of the Western world . Now that the leadership of letters had passed from the East , all parts of the country began to try their voices . The West continued to hold its tuneful su- premacy ; the tradition of Harte and Hay was ...
Pagina xxix
... spirit of the times with a cheerful evasiveness , a humorous unconcern ; its most representa- tive craftsmen were , with four exceptions , the writers of light verse . These four exceptions were Richard Hovey , Bliss Carman , William ...
... spirit of the times with a cheerful evasiveness , a humorous unconcern ; its most representa- tive craftsmen were , with four exceptions , the writers of light verse . These four exceptions were Richard Hovey , Bliss Carman , William ...
Pagina xl
... spirit found expression in the various sections of these states . In the West ( during the seventies ) Bret Harte and John Hay celebrated , in their own accents , the rough , big - hearted miners , ranchers , steamboat pilots , the ...
... spirit found expression in the various sections of these states . In the West ( during the seventies ) Bret Harte and John Hay celebrated , in their own accents , the rough , big - hearted miners , ranchers , steamboat pilots , the ...
Pagina xli
... spirit of folk- poetry , none has made more striking or more indubitably American contributions than Vachel Lindsay of Spring- field , Illinois . LINDSAY , OPPENHEIM AND OTHERS Lindsay is essentially a people's poet . He does not ...
... spirit of folk- poetry , none has made more striking or more indubitably American contributions than Vachel Lindsay of Spring- field , Illinois . LINDSAY , OPPENHEIM AND OTHERS Lindsay is essentially a people's poet . He does not ...
Pagina xlii
... spirit . This poetry , with its obvious re- minders of Whitman , is biblical in its inflection , Ori- ental in its heat ; it runs through forgotten centuries and brings buried Asia to busy America . It carries to 1 the Western world the ...
... spirit . This poetry , with its obvious re- minders of Whitman , is biblical in its inflection , Ori- ental in its heat ; it runs through forgotten centuries and brings buried Asia to busy America . It carries to 1 the Western world the ...
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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.