Modern American and British PoetryLouis Untermeyer Harcourt, Brace, 1923 - 403 էջ |
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... Grass . The first part of this 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 ...
... Grass . The first part of this 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 ...
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... Grass . T. A. DALY ( 1871- The Song of the Thrush Mia Carlotta PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR ( 1872-1906 ) 83 83 · 84 85 *** 188 86 86 87 888888 The Turning of the Babies in the Bed . A Coquette Conquered 90 91 GUY WETMORE CARRYL ( 1873-1904 ) ...
... Grass . T. A. DALY ( 1871- The Song of the Thrush Mia Carlotta PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR ( 1872-1906 ) 83 83 · 84 85 *** 188 86 86 87 888888 The Turning of the Babies in the Bed . A Coquette Conquered 90 91 GUY WETMORE CARRYL ( 1873-1904 ) ...
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... Grass Prayers of Steel . Cool Tombs Fog > ) From " Smoke and Steel " ADELAIDE CRAPSEY ( 1878-1914 ) Three Cinquains : November Night Triad The Warning On Seeing Weather - Beaten Trees GRACE HAZARD CONKLING ( 1878- Frost on a Window ...
... Grass Prayers of Steel . Cool Tombs Fog > ) From " Smoke and Steel " ADELAIDE CRAPSEY ( 1878-1914 ) Three Cinquains : November Night Triad The Warning On Seeing Weather - Beaten Trees GRACE HAZARD CONKLING ( 1878- Frost on a Window ...
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... Grass , had been printed in 1860. Almost im- mediately after , the publisher failed and the book passed out of public notice . But Whitman , broken in health and cheated by his exploiters , lived to see not only a seventh edition of his ...
... Grass , had been printed in 1860. Almost im- mediately after , the publisher failed and the book passed out of public notice . But Whitman , broken in health and cheated by his exploiters , lived to see not only a seventh edition of his ...
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... grass is no less than the journey - work of the stars , And the pismire is equally perfect , and a grain of sand , and the egg of the wren , And the tree - toad is a chef - d'œuvre of the highest , And the running blackberry would adorn ...
... grass is no less than the journey - work of the stars , And the pismire is equally perfect , and a grain of sand , and the egg of the wren , And the tree - toad is a chef - d'œuvre of the highest , And the running blackberry would adorn ...
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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.