Modern American Poetry: A Critical AnthologyLouis Untermeyer Harcourt, Brace, 1925 - 621 стор. |
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... died , after a life bare of outward adventure , at Amherst . Few were present at the funeral ; fewer still dreamed that she would outlive the obituary in the Springfield Republican . Today her place is secure ; her work is definitely Of ...
... died , after a life bare of outward adventure , at Amherst . Few were present at the funeral ; fewer still dreamed that she would outlive the obituary in the Springfield Republican . Today her place is secure ; her work is definitely Of ...
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... died for beauty , but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb , When one who died for truth was lain In an adjoining room . He questioned softly why I failed ? " For beauty , " I replied . " And I for truth , -the two are one ; We brethren are ...
... died for beauty , but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb , When one who died for truth was lain In an adjoining room . He questioned softly why I failed ? " For beauty , " I replied . " And I for truth , -the two are one ; We brethren are ...
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... died in 1907 . MEMORY My mind lets go a thousand things , Like dates of wars and deaths of kings , And yet recalls the very hour- ' Twas noon by yonder village tower , And on the last blue noon in May- The wind came briskly up this way ...
... died in 1907 . MEMORY My mind lets go a thousand things , Like dates of wars and deaths of kings , And yet recalls the very hour- ' Twas noon by yonder village tower , And on the last blue noon in May- The wind came briskly up this way ...
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... died last night ! " REALISM Romance beside his unstrung lute Lies stricken mute . The old - time fire , the antique grace , You will not find them anywhere . To - day we breathe a commonplace , Polemic , scientific air : We strip ...
... died last night ! " REALISM Romance beside his unstrung lute Lies stricken mute . The old - time fire , the antique grace , You will not find them anywhere . To - day we breathe a commonplace , Polemic , scientific air : We strip ...
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... the most authoritative Life of Lincoln of the period , a biography which has been un- equalled until Carl Sandburg's two volumes . He died in 1905 . JIM BLUDSO OF THE PRAIRIE BELLE Wall , no ! John Hay 43 JOHN HAY (1838-1905)
... the most authoritative Life of Lincoln of the period , a biography which has been un- equalled until Carl Sandburg's two volumes . He died in 1905 . JIM BLUDSO OF THE PRAIRIE BELLE Wall , no ! John Hay 43 JOHN HAY (1838-1905)
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Сторінка 48 - But the hands that were played By that heathen Chinee, And the points that he made, Were quite frightful to see, — Till at last he put down a right bower, Which the same Nye had dealt unto me. Then I looked up at Nye, And he gazed upon me ; And he rose with a sigh, And said, " Can this be? We are ruined by Chinese cheap labour," — And he went for that heathen Chinee.
Сторінка 59 - 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 225 - I'd like to get away from earth awhile And then come back to it and begin over. May no fate willfully misunderstand me And half grant what I wish and snatch me away Not to return. Earth's the right place for love: I don't know where it's likely to go better.
Сторінка 221 - He thinks if he could teach him that, he'd be Some good perhaps to someone in the world. He hates to see a boy the fool of books. Poor Silas, so concerned for other folk, And nothing to look backward to with pride, And nothing to look forward to with hope, So now and never any different.
Сторінка 77 - 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 394 - OREAD Whirl up, sea — Whirl your pointed pines. Splash your great pines On our rocks. Hurl your green over us — Cover us with your pools of fir.
Сторінка 262 - The lost, that in armies wept over your funeral pall? They call on the names of a hundred high-valiant ones, A hundred white eagles have risen the sons of your sons, The zeal in their wings is a zeal that your dreaming began The valor that wore out your soul in the service of man.
Сторінка 228 - Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow.
Сторінка 213 - I'm going out to clean the pasture spring; I'll only stop to rake the leaves away (And wait to watch the water clear, I may): I shan't be gone long.— You come too.
Сторінка 272 - It is portentous, and a thing of state That here at midnight, in our little town A mourning figure walks, and will not rest, Near the old courthouse pacing up and down, Or by his homestead, or in shadowed yards He lingers where his children used to play, Or through the market, on the well-worn stones, He stalks until the dawn-stars burn away. A bronzed, lank man! His suit of ancient black, A famous high top-hat and plain, worn shawl Make him the quaint great figure that men love, The prairie lawyer,...