Modern American Poetry: A Critical AnthologyLouis Untermeyer Harcourt, Brace, 1925 - 621 стор. |
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... Doors 305 ALICE CORBIN Echoes of Childhood : Uncle Jim Delphy 306 306 Mandy's Religion Betsy's Boy The Old Negro Alone Love Me At Last . 307 307 • 309 309 LOLA RIDGE Passages from " The Ghetto " Faces New XX Contents.
... Doors 305 ALICE CORBIN Echoes of Childhood : Uncle Jim Delphy 306 306 Mandy's Religion Betsy's Boy The Old Negro Alone Love Me At Last . 307 307 • 309 309 LOLA RIDGE Passages from " The Ghetto " Faces New XX Contents.
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A Critical Anthology Louis Untermeyer. LOLA RIDGE Passages from " The Ghetto " Faces New Orleans . Wind in the Alleys Marie • ARTHUR DAVISON FICKE ( 1883- Portrait of an Old Woman The Three Sisters Sonnet Leaf - Movement BADGER CLARK ...
A Critical Anthology Louis Untermeyer. LOLA RIDGE Passages from " The Ghetto " Faces New Orleans . Wind in the Alleys Marie • ARTHUR DAVISON FICKE ( 1883- Portrait of an Old Woman The Three Sisters Sonnet Leaf - Movement BADGER CLARK ...
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... face of those who still see only a coarseness and distorted veritism in Sandburg , it cannot be said too often that he is brutal only when dealing with brutal things ; that his " vul- garity " springs from an immense love of life , not ...
... face of those who still see only a coarseness and distorted veritism in Sandburg , it cannot be said too often that he is brutal only when dealing with brutal things ; that his " vul- garity " springs from an immense love of life , not ...
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... face to face , And bade each other stand . " And who are you ? " cried one agape , Shuddering in the gloaming light . " I know not , " said the second Shape , " I only died last night ! " REALISM Romance beside his unstrung lute Lies ...
... face to face , And bade each other stand . " And who are you ? " cried one agape , Shuddering in the gloaming light . " I know not , " said the second Shape , " I only died last night ! " REALISM Romance beside his unstrung lute Lies ...
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... face , By his godlike front and grace ; I shall hold him for a space All my own ! It is he - O my love ! So bold ! It is I - all thy love Foretold ! It is I - O love , what bliss ! Dost thou answer to my kiss ? O sweetheart ! what is ...
... face , By his godlike front and grace ; I shall hold him for a space All my own ! It is he - O my love ! So bold ! It is I - all thy love Foretold ! It is I - O love , what bliss ! Dost thou answer to my kiss ? O sweetheart ! what is ...
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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.
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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,...