Modern American and British PoetryLouis Untermeyer Harcourt, Brace, 1923 - 403 էջ |
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... laughed . The face that in our vision feels Again the venom that we flung , Transfigured to the world reveals The vigilance to which we clung . Shrewd , hallowed , harassed , and among The mysteries that are untold , The face we see was ...
... laughed . The face that in our vision feels Again the venom that we flung , Transfigured to the world reveals The vigilance to which we clung . Shrewd , hallowed , harassed , and among The mysteries that are untold , The face we see was ...
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... laughed as they mouthed and muttered Through lips that were cracked and dried ; The pulse in his ear - drum fluttered : " I'm through with the game ! " he cried . " I'm through ! " And he knelt and fumbled the cap of his dry canteen ...
... laughed as they mouthed and muttered Through lips that were cracked and dried ; The pulse in his ear - drum fluttered : " I'm through with the game ! " he cried . " I'm through ! " And he knelt and fumbled the cap of his dry canteen ...
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... laughed and came to be . And I use you , as I can , Wonderful uses , made for man , Iron pot and brazen pan . What are ye ? I know not : V Nor what I really do When I move and govern you . There is no small work unto God . He required ...
... laughed and came to be . And I use you , as I can , Wonderful uses , made for man , Iron pot and brazen pan . What are ye ? I know not : V Nor what I really do When I move and govern you . There is no small work unto God . He required ...
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... cool of dawn Angels came and worked with me . The air was soft with many a wing . They laughed amid my solitude And cast bright looks on everything . Sweetly of me did they ask That they might do 102 Anna Hempstead Branch.
... cool of dawn Angels came and worked with me . The air was soft with many a wing . They laughed amid my solitude And cast bright looks on everything . Sweetly of me did they ask That they might do 102 Anna Hempstead Branch.
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... line whispered . Last II . THEIR IRREPRESSIBLE HIGH SPIRITS and high . Wild crap - shooters with a whoop and a call Rather shrill Danced the juba in their gambling - hall And laughed fit to kill , and shook the town 130 Vachel Lindsay.
... line whispered . Last II . THEIR IRREPRESSIBLE HIGH SPIRITS and high . Wild crap - shooters with a whoop and a call Rather shrill Danced the juba in their gambling - hall And laughed fit to kill , and shook the town 130 Vachel Lindsay.
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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.