Modern American and British PoetryLouis Untermeyer Harcourt, Brace, 1922 - 371 էջ |
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... Collected Poems by W. H. Davies , Fairies and Fusiliers and Country Sentiment by Robert Graves , Poems : First Series by J. C. Squire , Colors of Life by Max Eastman , Asphalt and Other Poems by Orrick Johns , Mush- rooms by Alfred ...
... Collected Poems by W. H. Davies , Fairies and Fusiliers and Country Sentiment by Robert Graves , Poems : First Series by J. C. Squire , Colors of Life by Max Eastman , Asphalt and Other Poems by Orrick Johns , Mush- rooms by Alfred ...
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... collection into groups and distinct tendencies . Unfortunately , such a scheme would give the reader a series of impressions that would be contradictory and , in the final effect , false . One should not attempt to ticket contemporary ...
... collection into groups and distinct tendencies . Unfortunately , such a scheme would give the reader a series of impressions that would be contradictory and , in the final effect , false . One should not attempt to ticket contemporary ...
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... collection might well be called , " American Poetry since Whitman " for the poet who has often been called the godfather of the new generation ended one period and began another . It is a happy circumstance that this volume should begin ...
... collection might well be called , " American Poetry since Whitman " for the poet who has often been called the godfather of the new generation ended one period and began another . It is a happy circumstance that this volume should begin ...
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... collection , in spite of its obvious limitations , will move the young reader to a closer in- spection of the poets here included . The purpose of such an anthology must always be to rouse and stimulate an interest rather than to ...
... collection , in spite of its obvious limitations , will move the young reader to a closer in- spection of the poets here included . The purpose of such an anthology must always be to rouse and stimulate an interest rather than to ...
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... collection printed in his seventy - third year ( 1892 ) in which the twelve poems of the experimental first edition had grown to nearly four hundred . The influence of Whitman can scarcely be over- estimated . It has touched every shore ...
... collection printed in his seventy - third year ( 1892 ) in which the twelve poems of the experimental first edition had grown to nearly four hundred . The influence of Whitman can scarcely be over- estimated . It has touched every shore ...
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Էջ 254 - I WILL arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made ; Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honey bee, And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
Էջ 39 - "My men grow mutinous day by day; My men grow ghastly, wan and weak." The stout mate thought of home; a spray Of salt wave washed his swarthy cheek. "What shall I say, brave Admiral, say, If we sight naught but seas at dawn ?" "Why, you shall say at break of day, 'Sail on! sail on! and on!
Էջ 52 - Bowed by the weight of centuries he leans Upon his hoe and gazes on the ground, The emptiness of ages in his face, And on his back the burden of the world.
Էջ 285 - In Flanders' Fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place, and in the sky The larks still bravely singing fly, Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders
Էջ 240 - REQUIEM UNDER the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be ; Home is the sailor, home from sea, And the hunter home from the hill.
Էջ 38 - Behind him lay the gray Azores, Behind the Gates of Hercules ; Before him not the ghost of shores, Before him only shoreless seas. The good mate said : "Now must we pray, For lo ! the very stars are gone. Brave Admiral, speak, what shall I say...
Էջ 42 - Run the rapid and leap the fall, Split at the rock and together again, Accept my bed, or narrow or wide, And flee from folly on every side, With a lover's pain to attain the plain Far from the hills of Habersham, Far from the valleys of Hall. All down the hills of Habersham, All through the valleys of Hall, The rushes cried,
Էջ 162 - In a Station of the Metro": The apparition of these faces in the crowd; Petals, on a wet, black bough.
Էջ 82 - 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 the bread; And Richard Cory, one calm summer night, Went home and put a bullet through his head.
Էջ 237 - Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul.