Modern American and British PoetryLouis Untermeyer Harcourt, Brace, 1923 - 403 էջ |
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... face of those who still see only a coarseness and distorted veritism in Sandburg , it can- not be said too often that he is brutal only when dealing with brutal things ; that his " vulgarity " springs from an immense love of life , not ...
... face of those who still see only a coarseness and distorted veritism in Sandburg , it can- not be said too often that he is brutal only when dealing with brutal things ; that his " vulgarity " springs from an immense love of life , not ...
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... face lit with delight And all gratitude , I stay Yet to press their hands and say , " Thanks . - So fine a time ! Good night . " ' From the Biographical Edition of the Complete Works of James Whitcomb Riley . Copyright , 1913. Used by ...
... face lit with delight And all gratitude , I stay Yet to press their hands and say , " Thanks . - So fine a time ! Good night . " ' From the Biographical Edition of the Complete Works of James Whitcomb Riley . Copyright , 1913. Used by ...
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... face ; And they wonder , as waiting the long years through In the dust of that little chair , What has become of our Little Boy Blue , Since he kissed them and put them there . Reprinted from The Complete Works of Eugene Field by ...
... face ; And they wonder , as waiting the long years through In the dust of that little chair , What has become of our Little Boy Blue , Since he kissed them and put them there . Reprinted from The Complete Works of Eugene Field by ...
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... face , And on his back the burden of the world . Who made him dead to rapture and despair , A thing that grieves not and that never hopes , Stolid and stunned , a brother to the ox ? Who loosened and let down this brutal jaw ? Whose was ...
... face , And on his back the burden of the world . Who made him dead to rapture and despair , A thing that grieves not and that never hopes , Stolid and stunned , a brother to the ox ? Who loosened and let down this brutal jaw ? Whose was ...
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... face ; And laid on him a sense of mystic powers , Moving all husht - behind the mortal vail . Here was a man to hold against the world , A man to match the mountains and the sea . The color of the ground was in him , the red earth ; The ...
... face ; And laid on him a sense of mystic powers , Moving all husht - behind the mortal vail . Here was a man to hold against the world , A man to match the mountains and the sea . The color of the ground was in him , the red earth ; The ...
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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.