Modern American PoetryLouis Untermeyer Harcourt, Brace, 1921 - 406 стор. |
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... singing everywhere and , much to Art's confusion , in every key . It is as if submerged springs had burst through stubborn ground ; instead of one placid stream , there are a dozen rushing currents . SUMMARY - THE NEW SPIRIT It is ...
... singing everywhere and , much to Art's confusion , in every key . It is as if submerged springs had burst through stubborn ground ; instead of one placid stream , there are a dozen rushing currents . SUMMARY - THE NEW SPIRIT It is ...
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... , proud and silent , Indifferent to wooers . The Sun is her servitor , the stars her attendants , Running before her . She sings a song unto her own ears , Solitary but sufficient ; The song of her being . 54 C. E. S. Wood.
... , proud and silent , Indifferent to wooers . The Sun is her servitor , the stars her attendants , Running before her . She sings a song unto her own ears , Solitary but sufficient ; The song of her being . 54 C. E. S. Wood.
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... pendin ' ' pon de sperrit what we goes an ' does it in ; An ' in a righchis frame ob min ' we's gwine to dance an ' sing , A - feelin ' like King David , when he cut de pigeon - wing . It seems to me — indeed it do — I 56 Irwin Russell.
... pendin ' ' pon de sperrit what we goes an ' does it in ; An ' in a righchis frame ob min ' we's gwine to dance an ' sing , A - feelin ' like King David , when he cut de pigeon - wing . It seems to me — indeed it do — I 56 Irwin Russell.
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... sing ; But ' cordin ' to de gif's we has we does de bes ' we knows , An ' folks don't ' spise de vi'let - flower bekase it ain't de rose . Yes , bless us , please , Sah , eben ef we's doin ' wrong to - night ; Kase den we'll need de ...
... sing ; But ' cordin ' to de gif's we has we does de bes ' we knows , An ' folks don't ' spise de vi'let - flower bekase it ain't de rose . Yes , bless us , please , Sah , eben ef we's doin ' wrong to - night ; Kase den we'll need de ...
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... sing , ( as prisoners to their dungeon - stones When for ten days they expiate a spree ) : Behold the deeds that are done of Mrs. Jones ! One night and one day have I wept my woe ; Nor wot I , when the morrow doth begin , If I shall ...
... sing , ( as prisoners to their dungeon - stones When for ten days they expiate a spree ) : Behold the deeds that are done of Mrs. Jones ! One night and one day have I wept my woe ; Nor wot I , when the morrow doth begin , If I shall ...
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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?