Modern American and British PoetryLouis Untermeyer Harcourt, Brace, 1922 - 371 strani |
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... look for fresh valuations , more searching songs . Hovey began to go deeper into himself and his age ; in the Mid - West , William Vaughn Moody grappled with the problems of his times only to have his work cut short by death in 1910 ...
... look for fresh valuations , more searching songs . Hovey began to go deeper into himself and his age ; in the Mid - West , William Vaughn Moody grappled with the problems of his times only to have his work cut short by death in 1910 ...
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... look for a wealth of folk stuff . In such a country - the United States , to be specific - what folk - poetry there is , has followed the path of the pioneer . At first these homely songs were merely adaptations and localized versions ...
... look for a wealth of folk stuff . In such a country - the United States , to be specific - what folk - poetry there is , has followed the path of the pioneer . At first these homely songs were merely adaptations and localized versions ...
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... look at reality again . And what the honest saw was not beautiful as Tennyson knew beauty , not grand , not even very pleasant . It is their task to make beauty out of it , beauty of a new kind probably , because it will accompany new ...
... look at reality again . And what the honest saw was not beautiful as Tennyson knew beauty , not grand , not even very pleasant . It is their task to make beauty out of it , beauty of a new kind probably , because it will accompany new ...
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... looks , And what a wave must be . I never spoke with God , Nor visited in Heaven ; Yet certain am I of the spot As if the ... look . These are the days when skies put on The old , old sophistries of June , - A blue and gold mistake . Oh ...
... looks , And what a wave must be . I never spoke with God , Nor visited in Heaven ; Yet certain am I of the spot As if the ... look . These are the days when skies put on The old , old sophistries of June , - A blue and gold mistake . Oh ...
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... look ; Time's tragedy is in that aching stoop ; Through this dread shape humanity betrayed , Plundered , profaned , and disinherited , Cries protest to the Judges of the World , A protest that is also prophecy . O masters , lords and ...
... look ; Time's tragedy is in that aching stoop ; Through this dread shape humanity betrayed , Plundered , profaned , and disinherited , Cries protest to the Judges of the World , A protest that is also prophecy . O masters , lords and ...
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Adelaide Crapsey ain't Amy Lowell Ballads beauty bird blood blue boomlay born Bret Harte bright City clouds College color Congo dark dead death died dreams dust earth Edgar Lee Masters England eyes face feet flame flowers Frost glory gold golden grass Gunga Din hand hear heart heaven hills of Habersham Imagists John of Austria knew laughed light lilac-time Lindsay living look Lowell Macmillan Company Miniver moon morning never night poems poet poetic poetry published Reprinted by permission rhyme Richard Hovey rose round sailed Sandburg Sara Teasdale sigh silence silver sing smile Smoke song soul spirit Spoon River Anthology stars steel stone sweet things thought trees turned Vachel Lindsay valleys of Hall verse voice volume Whitman wild William Rose Benét William Vaughn Moody wind word
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Stran 254 - I WILL arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made ; Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honey bee, And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
Stran 39 - "My men grow mutinous day by day; My men grow ghastly, wan and weak." The stout mate thought of home; a spray Of salt wave washed his swarthy cheek. "What shall I say, brave Admiral, say, If we sight naught but seas at dawn ?" "Why, you shall say at break of day, 'Sail on! sail on! and on!
Stran 52 - 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.
Stran 285 - In Flanders' Fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place, and in the sky The larks still bravely singing fly, Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders
Stran 240 - 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.
Stran 38 - 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...
Stran 42 - Run the rapid and leap the fall, Split at the rock and together again, Accept my bed, or narrow or wide, And flee from folly on every side, With a lover's pain to attain the plain Far from the hills of Habersham, Far from the valleys of Hall. All down the hills of Habersham, All through the valleys of Hall, The rushes cried,
Stran 162 - In a Station of the Metro": The apparition of these faces in the crowd; Petals, on a wet, black bough.
Stran 82 - Good-morning," and he glittered when he walked. And he was rich— yes, richer than a king— And admirably schooled in every grace: In fine, we thought that he was everything To make us wish that we were in his place. So on we worked, and waited for the light, And went without the meat, and cursed the bread; And Richard Cory, one calm summer night, Went home and put a bullet through his head.
Stran 237 - Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul.