Modern American and British PoetryLouis Untermeyer Harcourt, Brace, 1923 - 403 էջ |
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Louis Untermeyer. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS For permission to reprint most of the material in this volume , the editor wishes to thank not only the poets whose coöperation has been of such assistance , but also the publishers , all of whom are ...
Louis Untermeyer. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS For permission to reprint most of the material in this volume , the editor wishes to thank not only the poets whose coöperation has been of such assistance , but also the publishers , all of whom are ...
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... volume ) with conclusive labels , especially since so many of the writers are still developing . One cannot give a true picture of a period in the state of flux except by showing its fluid character . It has been vii.
... volume ) with conclusive labels , especially since so many of the writers are still developing . One cannot give a true picture of a period in the state of flux except by showing its fluid character . It has been vii.
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... volume should begin with the poetry of Emily Dickinson ( born 1830 ) whose work , printed for the first time after her death , was unknown as late as 1890 and unnoticed until several years later . For hers was a forerunner of the new ...
... volume should begin with the poetry of Emily Dickinson ( born 1830 ) whose work , printed for the first time after her death , was unknown as late as 1890 and unnoticed until several years later . For hers was a forerunner of the new ...
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... volume , Leaves of 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 ...
... volume , Leaves of 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 ...
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... volume , in its curiosity and compre- hensiveness , is a broad cross - section of whole communities . Beneath its surface tales and dramas , its condensation of grocery - store gossip , Spoon River Anthology is a great part of America ...
... volume , in its curiosity and compre- hensiveness , is a broad cross - section of whole communities . Beneath its surface tales and dramas , its condensation of grocery - store gossip , Spoon River Anthology is a great part of America ...
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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.