Modern American and British PoetryLouis Untermeyer Harcourt, Brace, 1928 - 496 էջ |
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... FLOWER OF MULLEIN 90 WILD CHERRY OWNERSHIP 91 91 92 FRANK DEMPSTER SHERMAN ( 1860-1917 ) AT MIDNIGHT BACCHUS 92 LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY ( 1861-1920 ) THE WILD RIDE 94 BLISS CARMAN ( 1861- A VAGABOND SONG 95 BLISS CARMAN ( continued ) HEM ...
... FLOWER OF MULLEIN 90 WILD CHERRY OWNERSHIP 91 91 92 FRANK DEMPSTER SHERMAN ( 1860-1917 ) AT MIDNIGHT BACCHUS 92 LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY ( 1861-1920 ) THE WILD RIDE 94 BLISS CARMAN ( 1861- A VAGABOND SONG 95 BLISS CARMAN ( continued ) HEM ...
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... FLOWERS 136 RIDGELY TORRENCE ( 1875- THE BIRD AND THE TREE THE SON 138 137 ROBERT FROST ( 1875- MENDING WALL THE PASTURE 141 141 143 THE TUFT OF FLOWERS BLUE - BUTTERFLY DAY 144 BIRCHES 145 THE ONSET 146 AN OLD MAN'S WINTER NIGHT 147 ...
... FLOWERS 136 RIDGELY TORRENCE ( 1875- THE BIRD AND THE TREE THE SON 138 137 ROBERT FROST ( 1875- MENDING WALL THE PASTURE 141 141 143 THE TUFT OF FLOWERS BLUE - BUTTERFLY DAY 144 BIRCHES 145 THE ONSET 146 AN OLD MAN'S WINTER NIGHT 147 ...
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... flowers mortally yearn , And the lordly main from beyond the plain Calls o'er the hills of Habersham , Calls through the valleys of Hall . 66 FROM THE MARSHES OF GLYNN 1 As the marsh - hen secretly builds on the watery sod , Behold I ...
... flowers mortally yearn , And the lordly main from beyond the plain Calls o'er the hills of Habersham , Calls through the valleys of Hall . 66 FROM THE MARSHES OF GLYNN 1 As the marsh - hen secretly builds on the watery sod , Behold I ...
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... flowers , and the blossoms on the trees , And the mumble of the hummin ' - birds and buzzin ' of the bees ; But the air's so appetizin ' ; and the landscape through the haze Of a crisp and sunny morning of the airly autumn days 1 From ...
... flowers , and the blossoms on the trees , And the mumble of the hummin ' - birds and buzzin ' of the bees ; But the air's so appetizin ' ; and the landscape through the haze Of a crisp and sunny morning of the airly autumn days 1 From ...
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... flower As to the great oak flaring to the wind To the grave's low hill as to the Matterhorn That shoulders out the sky . Sprung from the West , He drank the valorous youth of a new world . The strength of virgin forests braced his mind ...
... flower As to the great oak flaring to the wind To the grave's low hill as to the Matterhorn That shoulders out the sky . Sprung from the West , He drank the valorous youth of a new world . The strength of virgin forests braced his mind ...
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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!