Modern American and British PoetryLouis Untermeyer Harcourt, Brace, 1922 - 371 strani |
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... published in 1881 , but a complete collection printed in his seventy - third year ( 1892 ) in which the twelve poems of the experimental first edition had grown to nearly four hundred . The influence of Whitman can scarcely be over ...
... published in 1881 , but a complete collection printed in his seventy - third year ( 1892 ) in which the twelve poems of the experimental first edition had grown to nearly four hundred . The influence of Whitman can scarcely be over ...
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... published two volumes of cowboy songs- most of them anonymous - full of tang , wild fancy and robust humor . Mary Austin , Natalie Curtis Burlin and Lew Sarett are chief among those who have attempted to bring the spirit of Indian tunes ...
... published two volumes of cowboy songs- most of them anonymous - full of tang , wild fancy and robust humor . Mary Austin , Natalie Curtis Burlin and Lew Sarett are chief among those who have attempted to bring the spirit of Indian tunes ...
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... published by Houghton , Mifflin and Company . He died in 1907 . MEMORY My mind lets go a thousand things , Like dates of wars and deaths of kings , And yet recalls the very hour— ' Twas noon by yonder village tower , And on the last ...
... published by Houghton , Mifflin and Company . He died in 1907 . MEMORY My mind lets go a thousand things , Like dates of wars and deaths of kings , And yet recalls the very hour— ' Twas noon by yonder village tower , And on the last ...
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... published in 1867 , a later edition ( including later poems ) appearing in 1889. His two posthumous books are Poems ( 1887 ) and Hermione and Other Poems ( 1899 ) . Sill died , after bringing something of the Eastern culture to the West ...
... published in 1867 , a later edition ( including later poems ) appearing in 1889. His two posthumous books are Poems ( 1887 ) and Hermione and Other Poems ( 1899 ) . Sill died , after bringing something of the Eastern culture to the West ...
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... . Copyright , 1884 , 1891 , 1916 , by Mary D. Lanier ; published by Charles Scribner's Sons . By permission of the publishers . All down the hills of Habersham , All through the Sidney Lanier 41 Song of the Chattahoochee.
... . Copyright , 1884 , 1891 , 1916 , by Mary D. Lanier ; published by Charles Scribner's Sons . By permission of the publishers . All down the hills of Habersham , All through the Sidney Lanier 41 Song of the Chattahoochee.
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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.