Modern American and British PoetryLouis Untermeyer Harcourt, Brace, 1923 - 403 էջ |
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... breathing dusks . Too often , Aldrich dwelt in a literary Orientalism ; his Cloth of Gold was suffused with " vanilla - flavored adjectives and patchouli - scented participles " ( to quote Holmes ) , laboring hard to create an exotic ...
... breathing dusks . Too often , Aldrich dwelt in a literary Orientalism ; his Cloth of Gold was suffused with " vanilla - flavored adjectives and patchouli - scented participles " ( to quote Holmes ) , laboring hard to create an exotic ...
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... breath of the burnin ' boat Jim Bludso's voice was heard , And they all had trust in his cussedness , And knowed he would keep his word . And , sure's you're born , they all got off Afore the smokestacks fell , - And Bludso's ghost went ...
... breath of the burnin ' boat Jim Bludso's voice was heard , And they all had trust in his cussedness , And knowed he would keep his word . And , sure's you're born , they all got off Afore the smokestacks fell , - And Bludso's ghost went ...
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... — becomes a sensation ! His dramatic success in England is easily explained . He brought to the calm air of literary London , a breath of the great winds of the plain . The more he exaggerated Bret Harte 37 JOAQUIN MILLER (1841-1913)
... — becomes a sensation ! His dramatic success in England is easily explained . He brought to the calm air of literary London , a breath of the great winds of the plain . The more he exaggerated Bret Harte 37 JOAQUIN MILLER (1841-1913)
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... breath . An ' I am , oh so sorry I'm a naughty boy , an ' then I promise to be better an ' I say my prayers again ! Gran'ma tells me that's the only way to make it right When a feller has been wicked an ' sees things at night ! An ' so ...
... breath . An ' I am , oh so sorry I'm a naughty boy , an ' then I promise to be better an ' I say my prayers again ! Gran'ma tells me that's the only way to make it right When a feller has been wicked an ' sees things at night ! An ' so ...
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... breath blew out the light within this brain ? 1 Is this the Thing the Lord God made and gave To have dominion over sea and land ; To trace the stars and search the heavens for power ; To feel the passion of Eternity ? Is this the dream ...
... breath blew out the light within this brain ? 1 Is this the Thing the Lord God made and gave To have dominion over sea and land ; To trace the stars and search the heavens for power ; To feel the passion of Eternity ? Is this the dream ...
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Էջ 36 - 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 232 - Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds and shall find me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate : I am the captain of my soul.
Էջ 230 - We build up the world's great cities, And out of a fabulous story We fashion an empire's glory: One man with a dream, at pleasure, Shall go forth and conquer a crown; And three with a new song's measure Can trample an empire down.
Էջ 48 - 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 33 - 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.
Էջ 34 - Yet the cards they were stocked In a way that I grieve, And my feelings were shocked At the state of Nye's sleeve, Which was stuffed full of aces and bowers, And the same with intent to deceive.
Էջ 37 - Sail on! sail on! and on!" They sailed. They sailed. Then spake the mate: "This mad sea shows his teeth tonight. He curls his lip, he lies in wait, With lifted teeth, as if to bite! Brave Admiral, say but one good word : What shall we do when hope is gone ?" The words leapt like a leaping sword: "Sail on! sail on! and on!
Էջ 234 - 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 158 - In a Station of the Metro": The apparition of these faces in the crowd; Petals, on a wet, black bough.
Էջ 233 - A LATE lark twitters from the quiet skies ; And from the west, Where the sun, his day's work ended, Lingers as in content, There falls on the old, gray city An influence luminous and serene, A shining peace. The smoke ascends In a rosy-and-golden haze. The spires Shine, and are changed. In the valley Shadows rise. The lark sings on. The sun, Closing his benediction, Sinks, and the darkening air Thrills with a sense of the triumphing night — Night with her train of stars And her great gift of sleep.