Poetry, Том 6Harriet Monroe Modern Poetry Association, 1915 |
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... Give Him Room , H. M. The Renaissance , III , Ezra Pound Praise from Mr. Colum , H. M REVIEWS : Songs from the Clay , by James Stephens The Night Watchman and Other Poems , by Vance Thompson The Little King , by Witter Bynner . Lyrics ...
... Give Him Room , H. M. The Renaissance , III , Ezra Pound Praise from Mr. Colum , H. M REVIEWS : Songs from the Clay , by James Stephens The Night Watchman and Other Poems , by Vance Thompson The Little King , by Witter Bynner . Lyrics ...
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... Give us this day our daily bread- Give us our right , " the hungry said . Walking along the darkening way , " Give us our daily bread , " we say . Hark to the tread of the sullen feet , Marching down the sleety street : Hunger staggers ...
... Give us this day our daily bread- Give us our right , " the hungry said . Walking along the darkening way , " Give us our daily bread , " we say . Hark to the tread of the sullen feet , Marching down the sleety street : Hunger staggers ...
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Harriet Monroe. Menacing all who are sleek and fed : " Give or we'll take - our daily bread . " Reads like a story of long ago : " Driven by want , driven by woe , Peasants arose and began to slay : " But it all happened yesterday ...
Harriet Monroe. Menacing all who are sleek and fed : " Give or we'll take - our daily bread . " Reads like a story of long ago : " Driven by want , driven by woe , Peasants arose and began to slay : " But it all happened yesterday ...
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... Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given ; Her sights and sounds ; dreams happy as her day ; And laughter , learnt of friends ; and gentleness , In hearts at peace , under an English heaven . Rupert Brooke THE BIRD AND THE ...
... Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given ; Her sights and sounds ; dreams happy as her day ; And laughter , learnt of friends ; and gentleness , In hearts at peace , under an English heaven . Rupert Brooke THE BIRD AND THE ...
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... give at last the very cry of Earth ! I walk this darkening road in solemn mood : Within deep hell came Dante to a wood- Like him I marvel at the crying trees ! II Christ , by thine own darkened hour , Live within me , heart and brain ...
... give at last the very cry of Earth ! I walk this darkening road in solemn mood : Within deep hell came Dante to a wood- Like him I marvel at the crying trees ! II Christ , by thine own darkened hour , Live within me , heart and brain ...
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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?