Modern American and British PoetryLouis Untermeyer Harcourt, Brace, 1923 - 403 էջ |
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... springs had burst through stubborn ground . For this reason , I have included in both sections , not only the often quoted poems by those poets who are accepted everywhere as outstanding figures , but examples of lesser known singers ...
... springs had burst through stubborn ground . For this reason , I have included in both sections , not only the often quoted poems by those poets who are accepted everywhere as outstanding figures , but examples of lesser known singers ...
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... Spring Night Night Song at Amalfi Water Lilies Two Songs for Solitude : The Crystal Gazer The Solitary EZRA POUND ( 1885- ) A Virginal . Ballad for Gloom In a Station of the Metro LOUIS UNTERMEYER ( 1885- Caliban in the Coal Mines ...
... Spring Night Night Song at Amalfi Water Lilies Two Songs for Solitude : The Crystal Gazer The Solitary EZRA POUND ( 1885- ) A Virginal . Ballad for Gloom In a Station of the Metro LOUIS UNTERMEYER ( 1885- Caliban in the Coal Mines ...
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... springs from an immense love of life , not from a merely decorative part of it ; that his bitterest invectives are the result of a healthy disgust of shams ; that , behind the force of his projectile - phrases , there burns the greater ...
... springs from an immense love of life , not from a merely decorative part of it ; that his bitterest invectives are the result of a healthy disgust of shams ; that , behind the force of his projectile - phrases , there burns the greater ...
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... Spring- field , Illinois . LINDSAY AND OPPENHEIM Lindsay is essentially a people's poet . He does not hesitate to express himself in terms of the lowest com- mon denominator ; his fingers are alternately on his pen and the public pulse ...
... Spring- field , Illinois . LINDSAY AND OPPENHEIM Lindsay is essentially a people's poet . He does not hesitate to express himself in terms of the lowest com- mon denominator ; his fingers are alternately on his pen and the public pulse ...
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... , serves It's dark command . I do not know beneath what sky Nor on what seas shall be thy fate ; I only know it shall be high , I only know it shall be great . A STEIN SONG ( From " Spring " ) Give 70 Richard Hovey The Slave.
... , serves It's dark command . I do not know beneath what sky Nor on what seas shall be thy fate ; I only know it shall be high , I only know it shall be great . A STEIN SONG ( From " Spring " ) Give 70 Richard Hovey The Slave.
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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.