Modern American PoetryLouis Untermeyer Harcourt, Brace, 1921 - 406 стор. |
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... Smoke and Steel by Carl Sandburg , Challenge and The New Adam by Louis Untermeyer , and The Roamer and Other Poems by George Edward Woodberry . HARPER & BROTHERS - for the selections from Fables for the Frivolous by Guy Wetmore Carryl ...
... Smoke and Steel by Carl Sandburg , Challenge and The New Adam by Louis Untermeyer , and The Roamer and Other Poems by George Edward Woodberry . HARPER & BROTHERS - for the selections from Fables for the Frivolous by Guy Wetmore Carryl ...
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... Smoke and Steel " Blue Island Intersection Clean Curtains A. E. F. Nocturne in a Deserted Brickyard Grass · ADELAIDE CRAPSEY ( 1878-1914 ) Three Cinquains : November Night Triad The Warning 206 207 207 On Seeing Weather - Beaten Trees ...
... Smoke and Steel " Blue Island Intersection Clean Curtains A. E. F. Nocturne in a Deserted Brickyard Grass · ADELAIDE CRAPSEY ( 1878-1914 ) Three Cinquains : November Night Triad The Warning 206 207 207 On Seeing Weather - Beaten Trees ...
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... Smoke and Steel ( 1920 ) vibrate with the immense purring of dynamos , the swishing rhythms of threshing arms , the gossip and laughter of construction gangs , the gigantic and tireless energy of the modern machine . Frankly indebted to ...
... Smoke and Steel ( 1920 ) vibrate with the immense purring of dynamos , the swishing rhythms of threshing arms , the gossip and laughter of construction gangs , the gigantic and tireless energy of the modern machine . Frankly indebted to ...
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... smoke of the Prairie Belle . He warn't no saint , -but at jedgement I'd run my chance with Jim , ' Longside of some pious gentlemen That wouldn't shook hands with him . He seen his duty , a dead - sure thing , - And went for it thar and ...
... smoke of the Prairie Belle . He warn't no saint , -but at jedgement I'd run my chance with Jim , ' Longside of some pious gentlemen That wouldn't shook hands with him . He seen his duty , a dead - sure thing , - And went for it thar and ...
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... smoke upon the hills . There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir ; We must rise and follow her , When from every hill of flame She calls and calls each vagabond by name . THE GRAVEDIGGER Oh , the shambling sea is a sexton ...
... smoke upon the hills . There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir ; We must rise and follow her , When from every hill of flame She calls and calls each vagabond by name . THE GRAVEDIGGER Oh , the shambling sea is a sexton ...
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Сторінка 112 - 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 118 - Whenever Richard Cory went down town, We people on the pavement looked at him: He was a gentleman from sole to crown, Clean favored, and imperially slim. And he was always quietly arrayed, And he was always human when he talked; But still he fluttered pulses when he said, 'Good-morning,' and he glittered when he walked.
Сторінка 48 - OUTWITTED He drew a circle that shut me out— Heretic, rebel, a thing to flout. But Love and I had the wit to win: We drew a circle that took him in!
Сторінка 40 - 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 the time a feller is a-feelin' at his best, With the risin...
Сторінка xxii - I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars, And the pismire is equally perfect, and a grain of sand, and the egg of the wren, And the tree-toad is a...
Сторінка 45 - 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 354 - I Have a Rendez-Vous with Death 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...
Сторінка 30 - 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 51 - Here was a man to hold against the world, A man to match the mountains and the sea. The color of the ground was in him, the red earth ; The smack and tang of elemental things; The rectitude and patience of the cliff; The good-will of the rain that loves all leaves; The friendly welcome of the wayside well...
Сторінка 49 - 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. Who made him dead to rapture and despair, A thing that grieves not and that never hopes, Stolid and stunned, a brother to the ox?