Modern American and British PoetryLouis Untermeyer Harcourt, Brace, 1928 - 496 էջ |
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... Carl Sandburg , The Inner Harbor by Wilbert Snow , Lilliput by Roberta T. Swartz , Challenge and The New Adam by Louis Untermeyer , Cross Cur- rents by Margaret Widdemer , Nets to Catch the Wind by Elinor Wylie , The Contemplative ...
... Carl Sandburg , The Inner Harbor by Wilbert Snow , Lilliput by Roberta T. Swartz , Challenge and The New Adam by Louis Untermeyer , Cross Cur- rents by Margaret Widdemer , Nets to Catch the Wind by Elinor Wylie , The Contemplative ...
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... Carl Sandburg , brilliantly glazed as in the en- amelled pictures of Amy Lowell , biblical as in the sonorous strophes of James Oppenheim . But though vers libre has been the subject of much curious debate , it is only one fea- ture of ...
... Carl Sandburg , brilliantly glazed as in the en- amelled pictures of Amy Lowell , biblical as in the sonorous strophes of James Oppenheim . But though vers libre has been the subject of much curious debate , it is only one fea- ture of ...
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... CARL SANDBURG ( 1878- ) GRASS 150 PRAYERS OF STEEL 151 COOL TOMBS FOG 151 151 66 99 FROM SMOKE AND STEEL 152 A G A TH 1 CARL SANDBURG ( continued ) SMOKE ROSE GOLD 154 16 CONTENTS.
... CARL SANDBURG ( 1878- ) GRASS 150 PRAYERS OF STEEL 151 COOL TOMBS FOG 151 151 66 99 FROM SMOKE AND STEEL 152 A G A TH 1 CARL SANDBURG ( continued ) SMOKE ROSE GOLD 154 16 CONTENTS.
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Louis Untermeyer. 1 CARL SANDBURG ( continued ) SMOKE ROSE GOLD 154 JAZZ FANTASIA 154 UPSTREAM 155 LIMITED 155 FINALE 155 ADELAIDE CRAPSEY ( 1878-1914 ) THREE CINQUAINS : NOVEMBER NIGHT 157 TRIAD 157 THE WARNING 157 ON SEEING WEATHER ...
Louis Untermeyer. 1 CARL SANDBURG ( continued ) SMOKE ROSE GOLD 154 JAZZ FANTASIA 154 UPSTREAM 155 LIMITED 155 FINALE 155 ADELAIDE CRAPSEY ( 1878-1914 ) THREE CINQUAINS : NOVEMBER NIGHT 157 TRIAD 157 THE WARNING 157 ON SEEING WEATHER ...
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... CARL SANDBURG Just so , the great Mid - West , that vast region of steel mills and slaughter - houses , of cornfields and prairies , of crowded cities and empty skies , speaks through Carl Sandburg . PREFACE 41.
... CARL SANDBURG Just so , the great Mid - West , that vast region of steel mills and slaughter - houses , of cornfields and prairies , of crowded cities and empty skies , speaks through Carl Sandburg . PREFACE 41.
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Էջ 53 - I stand and look at them long and long. They do not sweat and whine about their condition, They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God, Not one is dissatisfied, not one is demented with the mania of owning things, Not one kneels to another, nor to his kind that lived thousands of years ago, Not one is respectable or unhappy over the whole earth.
Էջ 72 - 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 316 - And live alone in the bee-loud glade. And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings; There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet's wings.
Էջ 55 - AFOOT and light-hearted I take to the open road, Healthy, free, the world before me, The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose. Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune, Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing, Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms, Strong and content I travel the open road.
Էջ 85 - 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 300 - 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 53 - Why should I wish to see God better than this day ? I see something of God each hour of the twenty-four, and each moment then, In the faces of men and women I see God, and in my own face in the glass, I find letters from God dropt in the street, and every one is sign'd by God's name.
Էջ 192 - In a Station of the Metro": The apparition of these faces in the crowd; Petals, on a wet, black bough.
Էջ 52 - I believe a leaf of 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'oeuvre for the highest, And the running blackberry would adorn the parlors of heaven, And the narrowest hinge in my hand puts to scorn all machinery, And the cow crunching with depress'd head surpasses any statue, And a mouse is miracle enough to stagger sextillions of infidels.
Էջ 73 - Sail on! sail on! and on!" They sailed. They sailed. Then spake the mate: "This mad sea shows his teeth to-night. 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 as a leaping sword: "Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on!