Modern American PoetryLouis Untermeyer Harcourt, Brace, 1921 - 406 pagini |
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Pagina 31
... sweet Day is dead . Dark Night hath slain her in her bed . O , Moors are as fierce to kill as to wed ! -Put out the light , said he . A sweeter light than ever rayed From star of heaven or eye of maid Has vanished in the unknown Shade ...
... sweet Day is dead . Dark Night hath slain her in her bed . O , Moors are as fierce to kill as to wed ! -Put out the light , said he . A sweeter light than ever rayed From star of heaven or eye of maid Has vanished in the unknown Shade ...
Pagina 39
... sweet truisms rather than searching truths . That work of his which may endure , will survive because of the personal flavor that Riley often fused into it . Such poems as " When the Frost is on the Punkin ' , " " The Raggedy Man ...
... sweet truisms rather than searching truths . That work of his which may endure , will survive because of the personal flavor that Riley often fused into it . Such poems as " When the Frost is on the Punkin ' , " " The Raggedy Man ...
Pagina 63
... Sweet their rest ! Who fill the skies with freedom's ray ! H. C. Bunner Henry Cuyler Bunner , one of our most delightful writers of light verse , was born at Oswego , New York , in 1855. At twenty - two he was appointed editor of Puck ...
... Sweet their rest ! Who fill the skies with freedom's ray ! H. C. Bunner Henry Cuyler Bunner , one of our most delightful writers of light verse , was born at Oswego , New York , in 1855. At twenty - two he was appointed editor of Puck ...
Pagina 85
... sweet , they say , is her kiss to those She greets to his border home ; And softer than sleep her hand's first sweep That beckons , and they come . Oh , crooked is he , but strong enough To handle the tallest mast ; From the royal ...
... sweet , they say , is her kiss to those She greets to his border home ; And softer than sleep her hand's first sweep That beckons , and they come . Oh , crooked is he , but strong enough To handle the tallest mast ; From the royal ...
Pagina 103
... sweet pangs through all my blocd , And I beheld one globed in ghostly fire • Singing , star - strong , her golden canticle ; And her mouth sang , " The hosts of Hate roll past , A uance of dust - motes in the sliding sun ; Love's battle ...
... sweet pangs through all my blocd , And I beheld one globed in ghostly fire • Singing , star - strong , her golden canticle ; And her mouth sang , " The hosts of Hate roll past , A uance of dust - motes in the sliding sun ; Love's battle ...
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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.