Poetry, Том 6Harriet Monroe Modern Poetry Association, 1915 |
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... present - day poets in possessing the ability of writing equally well in rhymed metre and in vers libre . She has practiced her art long enough to understand that the really great poetry which will survive , depends upon its sound qual ...
... present - day poets in possessing the ability of writing equally well in rhymed metre and in vers libre . She has practiced her art long enough to understand that the really great poetry which will survive , depends upon its sound qual ...
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... present worth Proclaims , as from the dying to the dying— " Seize , clasp thy hour of sun upon the earth ! " Oh , never dream that fire or beauty stays More than one April moment in its flight Toward regions where the sea - drift of all ...
... present worth Proclaims , as from the dying to the dying— " Seize , clasp thy hour of sun upon the earth ! " Oh , never dream that fire or beauty stays More than one April moment in its flight Toward regions where the sea - drift of all ...
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... present her poetry needs enrichment - it is all up in the air . There is aspiration in this book , fancy , a wistful sense of wonder , but no reality , no rooted , growing , breathing pas- sion of life . Indeed , the poet confesses all ...
... present her poetry needs enrichment - it is all up in the air . There is aspiration in this book , fancy , a wistful sense of wonder , but no reality , no rooted , growing , breathing pas- sion of life . Indeed , the poet confesses all ...
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... present autocrat of the breakfast- table , Bert Leston Taylor . Like these two , this poet is not only a deft weaver of gay rhymes but something more . She has their gift of making friends for us , of presenting live peo- ple in her ...
... present autocrat of the breakfast- table , Bert Leston Taylor . Like these two , this poet is not only a deft weaver of gay rhymes but something more . She has their gift of making friends for us , of presenting live peo- ple in her ...
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... present writer , did not attend the meeting referred to , and so could not have made either the admission or the confession quoted above . Faithfully yours , Waldo R. Browne . NOTE . Mr. Lucian Cary , who represented The Dial on the ...
... present writer , did not attend the meeting referred to , and so could not have made either the admission or the confession quoted above . Faithfully yours , Waldo R. Browne . NOTE . Mr. Lucian Cary , who represented The Dial on the ...
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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?