Modern American and British PoetryLouis Untermeyer Harcourt, Brace, 1922 - 371 strani |
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... And quite soft was the skies ; Which it might be inferred That Ah Sin was likewise ; Yet he played it that day upon William And me in a way I despise . Which we had a small game , And Ah Sin Bret Harte 35 Plain Language from Truthful James.
... And quite soft was the skies ; Which it might be inferred That Ah Sin was likewise ; Yet he played it that day upon William And me in a way I despise . Which we had a small game , And Ah Sin Bret Harte 35 Plain Language from Truthful James.
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... played By that heathen Chinee , And the points that he made , Were quite frightful to see , — Till at last he put down a right bower Which the same Nye had dealt unto me ! Then I looked up at Nye , And he gazed upon me ; And he rose ...
... played By that heathen Chinee , And the points that he made , Were quite frightful to see , — Till at last he put down a right bower Which the same Nye had dealt unto me ! Then I looked up at Nye , And he gazed upon me ; And he rose ...
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... player in the Peabody Symphony Orchestra in 1873 in Baltimore , where he had free access to the music and litera- ture he craved . Here he wrote all of his best poetry . In 1879 , he was made lecturer on English in Johns Hopkins ...
... player in the Peabody Symphony Orchestra in 1873 in Baltimore , where he had free access to the music and litera- ture he craved . Here he wrote all of his best poetry . In 1879 , he was made lecturer on English in Johns Hopkins ...
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... played snap - out at Winchester . One time we changed partners , Driving home in the moonlight of middle June , Reprinted by permission of the publishers , The Macmillan Company , from Spoon River Anthology by Edgar Lee Masters . And ...
... played snap - out at Winchester . One time we changed partners , Driving home in the moonlight of middle June , Reprinted by permission of the publishers , The Macmillan Company , from Spoon River Anthology by Edgar Lee Masters . And ...
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... played it And won - so the town - folk say : Called it , The Morning - Glory - near those abandoned stamps , And Davison's crazy story was told in a hundred camps : Time and the times have tamed it , His yarn - and this desert spot ...
... played it And won - so the town - folk say : Called it , The Morning - Glory - near those abandoned stamps , And Davison's crazy story was told in a hundred camps : Time and the times have tamed it , His yarn - and this desert spot ...
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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.