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... Cory Vain Gratuities The Dark Hills • PAGE 78 888888 80 83 83 880 86 87 88 89 90 92 94 · 95 95 98 • 98 · 100 100 201 ΙΟΙ 103 104 105 107 108 III 112 114 117 117 118 · 119 EDGAR LEE MASTERS ( 1869- Petit , The Poet Lucinda ix Contents.
... Cory Vain Gratuities The Dark Hills • PAGE 78 888888 80 83 83 880 86 87 88 89 90 92 94 · 95 95 98 • 98 · 100 100 201 ΙΟΙ 103 104 105 107 108 III 112 114 117 117 118 · 119 EDGAR LEE MASTERS ( 1869- Petit , The Poet Lucinda ix Contents.
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... By . 162 AMY LOWELL ( 1874- Solitaire 165 A Lady Meeting - House Hill Free Fantasia on Japanese Themes Madonna of the Evening Flowers Wind and Silver 165 166 167 169 170 RIDGELY TORRENCE ( 1875- The Bird and the Tree The X Contents.
... By . 162 AMY LOWELL ( 1874- Solitaire 165 A Lady Meeting - House Hill Free Fantasia on Japanese Themes Madonna of the Evening Flowers Wind and Silver 165 166 167 169 170 RIDGELY TORRENCE ( 1875- The Bird and the Tree The X Contents.
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... at Amalfi Spring Night I Shall Not Care The Long Hill Water Lilies Tired GLADYS CROMWELL ( 1885-1919 ) The Crowning Gift The Mould 294 295 296 · 296 · 297 298 299 300 PAGE Summons EZRA POUND ( 1885- A Girl A Virginal xiii Contents.
... at Amalfi Spring Night I Shall Not Care The Long Hill Water Lilies Tired GLADYS CROMWELL ( 1885-1919 ) The Crowning Gift The Mould 294 295 296 · 296 · 297 298 299 300 PAGE Summons EZRA POUND ( 1885- A Girl A Virginal xiii Contents.
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... JENNINGS ( 1891- Frustrate MAXWELL BODENHEIM ( 1892- Poet to His Love Old Age EDWIN CURRAN ( 1892- > Autumn The Painted Hills of Arizona · 360 . 363 • 364 · 367 368 369 .370 370 · 372 372 359 7 313 301 201 ཁྱར ། 205 PREFACE The XV Contents.
... JENNINGS ( 1891- Frustrate MAXWELL BODENHEIM ( 1892- Poet to His Love Old Age EDWIN CURRAN ( 1892- > Autumn The Painted Hills of Arizona · 360 . 363 • 364 · 367 368 369 .370 370 · 372 372 359 7 313 301 201 ཁྱར ། 205 PREFACE The XV Contents.
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... hill rather than in a corner . " He could do this because , first of all , he believed implicitly in life - in its physical as well as its spiritual manifestations ; he sought to grasp existence 66 as a whole , not rejecting the things ...
... hill rather than in a corner . " He could do this because , first of all , he believed implicitly in life - in its physical as well as its spiritual manifestations ; he sought to grasp existence 66 as a whole , not rejecting the things ...
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Сторінка 92 - There where it is we do not need the wall: He is all pine and I am apple orchard. My apple trees will never get across And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him. He only says, "Good fences make good neighbors.
Сторінка 30 - And the clackin' of the guineys, and the cluckin' of the hens, And the rooster's hallylooyer as he tiptoes on the fence ; O, it's then's the times a feller is a-feelin' at his best, With the risin...
Сторінка 58 - Miniver mourned the ripe renown That made so many a name so fragrant; He mourned Romance, now on the town, And Art a vagrant. Miniver loved the Medici, Albeit he had never seen one; He would have sinned incessantly Could he have been one.
Сторінка 113 - When Abraham Lincoln was shoveled into the tombs, he forgot the copperheads and the assassin ... in the dust, in the cool tombs. And Ulysses Grant lost all thought of con men and Wall Street, cash and collateral turned ashes ... in the dust, in the cool tombs. Pocahontas' body, lovely as a poplar, sweet as a red haw in November or a pawpaw in May, did she wonder? does she remember? ... in the dust, in the cool tombs?
Сторінка 35 - And his musket moulds in his hands. Time was when the little toy dog was new, And the soldier was passing fair; And that was the time when our Little Boy Blue Kissed them and put them there. "Now, don't you go till I come,
Сторінка 20 - Abide, abide,' The willful waterweeds held me thrall, The laving laurel turned my tide, The ferns and the fondling grass said 'Stay,' The dewberry dipped for to work delay, And the little reeds sighed 'Abide, abide, Here in the hills of Habersham, Here in the valleys of Hall.
Сторінка 259 - I have a rendezvous with Death At some disputed barricade, When Spring comes back with rustling shade And apple-blossoms fill the air — I have a rendezvous with Death When Spring brings back blue days and fair. It may be he shall take my hand And lead me into his dark land And close my eyes and quench my breath — It may be I shall pass him still. I have a rendezvous with Death On some scarred slope of battered hill, When Spring comes round again this year And the first meadow-flowers appear.
Сторінка 19 - Out of the hills of Habersham, Down the valleys of Hall, I hurry amain to reach the plain, 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.
Сторінка 40 - What gulfs between him and the seraphim! Slave of the wheel of labor, what to him Are Plato and the swing of Pleiades? What the long reaches of the peaks of song, The rift of dawn, the reddening of the rose?
Сторінка 105 - To the top branches, climbing carefully With the same pains you use to fill a cup Up to the brim, and even above the brim. Then he flung outward, feet first, with a swish, Kicking his way down through the air to the ground. .« So was I once myself a swinger of birches.