Poetry, Том 6Harriet Monroe Modern Poetry Association, 1915 |
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... And one was moaning on the other's breast . His face was hid away . I could not tell What words he said , half English and half French . I only knew Both men were suffering , not one but two . [ 4 ] POETRY : A Magazine of Verse.
... And one was moaning on the other's breast . His face was hid away . I could not tell What words he said , half English and half French . I only knew Both men were suffering , not one but two . [ 4 ] POETRY : A Magazine of Verse.
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... face came into view , Gaunt and unshaved , with shadows and wild eyes , A face of madness and of desolation . And his cries , For all his mate could do , Rang out , a shrill unearthly noise , And tears ran down the stubble of his cheek ...
... face came into view , Gaunt and unshaved , with shadows and wild eyes , A face of madness and of desolation . And his cries , For all his mate could do , Rang out , a shrill unearthly noise , And tears ran down the stubble of his cheek ...
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... face : That's the way you'll know them there- A white mask to hide the face . And you can halt and show them there The things that they are deaf to now , And they can tell you what they meant- To wash the blood with blood . But how If ...
... face : That's the way you'll know them there- A white mask to hide the face . And you can halt and show them there The things that they are deaf to now , And they can tell you what they meant- To wash the blood with blood . But how If ...
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... faces sent his dazed wits reeling He'd been too happy ; and had other things To think of while he scraped his fiddle - strings But now , he'd nothing left to think about- Nothing he dared to think of . In and out The hollow fiddle of ...
... faces sent his dazed wits reeling He'd been too happy ; and had other things To think of while he scraped his fiddle - strings But now , he'd nothing left to think about- Nothing he dared to think of . In and out The hollow fiddle of ...
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... face Of all those faces , grinning , tier on tier , From orchestra to ceiling chandelier That caught in every prism a grinning light , As from the little black box up a height The changing limelight streamed down on the stage . And he ...
... face Of all those faces , grinning , tier on tier , From orchestra to ceiling chandelier That caught in every prism a grinning light , As from the little black box up a height The changing limelight streamed down on the stage . And he ...
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Сторінка 131 - There will be time, there will be time To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet; There will be time to murder and create, And time for all the works and days of hands That lift and drop a question on your plate...
Сторінка 135 - No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be; Am an attendant lord, one that will do To swell a progress, start a scene or two, Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool, Deferential, glad to be of use, Politic, cautious, and meticulous; Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse; At times, indeed, almost ridiculous — Almost, at times, the Fool. I grow old ... I grow old ... I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
Сторінка 19 - England. There shall be In that rich earth a richer dust concealed ; A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware, Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam, A body of England's, breathing English air, Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.
Сторінка 132 - And indeed there will be time To wonder, 'Do I dare?' and, 'Do I dare?' Time to turn back and descend the stair, With a bald spot in the middle of my hair...
Сторінка 131 - The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes, The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening, Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains, Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys, Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap, And seeing that it was a soft October night, Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.
Сторінка 130 - Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherised upon a table...
Сторінка 94 - I HEAR a sudden cry of pain ! There is a rabbit in a snare : Now I hear the cry again, But I cannot tell from where. But I cannot tell from where He is calling out for aid ; Crying on the frightened air, Making everything afraid. Making everything afraid, Wrinkling up his little face, As he cries again for aid ; And I cannot find the place ! And I cannot find the place Where his paw is in the snare : Little one ! Oh, little one ! I am searching everywhere.
Сторінка 135 - I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled. Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach? I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach. I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me.
Сторінка 19 - These had seen movement, and heard music; known Slumber and waking; loved; gone proudly friended; Felt the quick stir of wonder; sat alone; Touched flowers and furs and cheeks. All this is ended.
Сторінка 131 - Time for you and time for me, And time yet for a hundred indecisions, And for a hundred visions and revisions, Before the taking of a toast and tea. In the room the women come and go Talking of Michelangelo. And indeed there will be time To wonder, "Do I dare?