New Voices: An Introduction to Contemporary PoetryMacmillan, 1919 - 409 pagini |
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... June .... 335 " I Could not Sleep for Thinking of the Sky " 336 A Day for Wandering . 336 The Sound of the Trees . 337 Epitaph . Nature's Friend .. 338 339 PAGE Mountain Song .. 340 Santa Barbara Beach . 340 CONTENTS xxi.
... June .... 335 " I Could not Sleep for Thinking of the Sky " 336 A Day for Wandering . 336 The Sound of the Trees . 337 Epitaph . Nature's Friend .. 338 339 PAGE Mountain Song .. 340 Santa Barbara Beach . 340 CONTENTS xxi.
Pagina 7
... sleep out of which beauty is accidentally born . But perhaps in all the universe there are no accidents . Per- haps the chain of cause and effect is linked together in little things and in great things always . And perhaps that which ...
... sleep out of which beauty is accidentally born . But perhaps in all the universe there are no accidents . Per- haps the chain of cause and effect is linked together in little things and in great things always . And perhaps that which ...
Pagina 39
... Sleeping your myriad magics through , Close - sepulchred away from you ! O God , I cried , give me new birth , And put me back upon the earth ! Upset each cloud's gigantic gourd And let the heavy rain , down - poured In one big torrent ...
... Sleeping your myriad magics through , Close - sepulchred away from you ! O God , I cried , give me new birth , And put me back upon the earth ! Upset each cloud's gigantic gourd And let the heavy rain , down - poured In one big torrent ...
Pagina 43
... Sleep not , my country : though night is here , afar Your children of the morning are clamorous for war : Fire in the night , O dreams ! Though she send you as she sent you , long ago , South to desert , east to ocean , west to snow ...
... Sleep not , my country : though night is here , afar Your children of the morning are clamorous for war : Fire in the night , O dreams ! Though she send you as she sent you , long ago , South to desert , east to ocean , west to snow ...
Pagina 45
... - laden are my hands Tall my stone above , Do not weep that I sleep Who was wise in love . Where I walk , a shadow gray Through gray asphodel THE PATTERN OF A POEM 45 Tampico Who Loves the Rain A Cyprian Woman: Greek Folk Song.
... - laden are my hands Tall my stone above , Do not weep that I sleep Who was wise in love . Where I walk , a shadow gray Through gray asphodel THE PATTERN OF A POEM 45 Tampico Who Loves the Rain A Cyprian Woman: Greek Folk Song.
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New Voices: An Introduction to Contemporary Poetry Marguerite Ogden Bigelow Wilkinson Vizualizare completă - 1920 |
New Voices: An Introduction to Contemporary Poetry Marguerite Ogden Bigelow Wilkinson Vizualizare completă - 1921 |
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beauty beneath bird Boom breath cadence called Carl Sandburg Christ contemporary poetry dance dark dead diction Don John dream dust earth Edgar Lee Masters emotion eyes feel flowers free verse Frost give glory golden green hand hear heart hills Imagists John Gould Fletcher John Masefield John of Austria kind laugh light lines live look lover Masters mind modern mood moon never night pattern persons poem poet's poetic poets poets of to-day prose radical rain reader rhyme rhythm Robert Frost rose Rupert Brooke Sandburg Sara Teasdale share shining silver sing sleep sometimes song sonnets soul speech spirit stars story strong sweet symmetry tell thee things thou thought tree truth ugliness ultra-conservatives Vachel Lindsay Wilfrid Wilson Gibson William Rose Benét wind woman women wonder words write written young
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Pagina 71 - Remember now thy Creator in the days of thy youth, while the evil days come not, nor the years draw nigh, when thou shalt say, I have no pleasure in them; 2.
Pagina 65 - And he felt in his heart their strangeness, Their stillness answering his cry, While his horse moved, cropping the dark turf, 'Neath the starred and leafy sky; For he suddenly smote on the door, even Louder, and lifted his head: — "Tell them I came, and no one answered, That I kept my word,
Pagina 71 - In the day when the keepers of the house shall tremble, and the strong men shall bow themselves, and the grinders cease because they are few, and those that look out of the windows be darkened.
Pagina 93 - The color of the ground was in him, the red earth ; The smack and tang of elemental things; The rectitude and patience of the cliff; The good-will of the rain that loves all leaves; The friendly welcome of the wayside well; The courage of the bird that dares the sea; The gladness of the wind that shakes the corn; The...
Pagina 353 - Whenever Richard Cory went down town, We people on the pavement looked at him: He was a gentleman from sole to crown, Clean favored, and imperially slim. And he was always quietly arrayed, And he was always human when he talked; But still he fluttered pulses when he said, "Good morning...
Pagina 53 - Oh, just another kind of out-door game, One on a side. It comes to little more: There where it is we do not need the wall: He is all pine and I am apple orchard. My apple trees will never get across And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him. He only says, "Good fences make good neighbors.
Pagina 96 - Slowly, silently, now the moon Walks the night in her silver shoon; This way, and that, she peers and sees Silver fruit upon silver trees...
Pagina 94 - The tolerance and equity of light That gives as freely to the shrinking flower As to the great oak flaring to the wind — To the grave's low hill- as to the Matterhorn That shoulders out the sky.
Pagina 298 - I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree...
Pagina 64 - Is there anybody there?" said the Traveller, Knocking on the moonlit door; And his horse in the silence champed the grasses Of the forest's ferny floor; And a bird flew up out of the turret, Above the Traveller's head. And he smote upon the door again a second time; "Is there anybody there?