Modern American Poetry: A Critical AnthologyLouis Untermeyer Harcourt, Brace, 1925 - 621 стор. |
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... Walks at Midnight The Voyage The Flower - fed Buffaloes The Ghosts of the Buffaloes EDWIN MEADE ROBINSON ( 1879- " Halcyon Days " FRANKLIN P. ADAMS ( 1881- PAGE ) [ Continued ] 277 279 281 • 281 282 285 The Rich Man · 287 Those Two Boys ...
... Walks at Midnight The Voyage The Flower - fed Buffaloes The Ghosts of the Buffaloes EDWIN MEADE ROBINSON ( 1879- " Halcyon Days " FRANKLIN P. ADAMS ( 1881- PAGE ) [ Continued ] 277 279 281 • 281 282 285 The Rich Man · 287 Those Two Boys ...
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... walks with the deep , Where silent sea - doves slip and sweep , And commerce keeps her loom and weaves . The dead red men refuse to rest ; Their ghosts illume my lurid West . CROSSING THE PLAINS 1 What great yoked brutes with briskets ...
... walks with the deep , Where silent sea - doves slip and sweep , And commerce keeps her loom and weaves . The dead red men refuse to rest ; Their ghosts illume my lurid West . CROSSING THE PLAINS 1 What great yoked brutes with briskets ...
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... walking on : - " Tell me now , John , dare you be One of the minority ? To be lonely in your thought , Never visited nor sought , Shunned with secret shrug , to go Thro ' the world , esteemed its foe : To be singled out and hissed ...
... walking on : - " Tell me now , John , dare you be One of the minority ? To be lonely in your thought , Never visited nor sought , Shunned with secret shrug , to go Thro ' the world , esteemed its foe : To be singled out and hissed ...
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... walk of life , in the literary , the leisure , and the labor world . The same year of its publication , it was incorporated in Markham's first volume , The Man with the Hoe and Other Poems ( 1899 ) . Two years later , his almost equally ...
... walk of life , in the literary , the leisure , and the labor world . The same year of its publication , it was incorporated in Markham's first volume , The Man with the Hoe and Other Poems ( 1899 ) . Two years later , his almost equally ...
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... walk , where'er thou art , In melodies divine . So warbling birds lift higher notes Than to our ears belong ; The music fills their throbbing throats , But silence steals the song . H. C. Bunner Henry Cuyler Bunner , one of our most ...
... walk , where'er thou art , In melodies divine . So warbling birds lift higher notes Than to our ears belong ; The music fills their throbbing throats , But silence steals the song . H. C. Bunner Henry Cuyler Bunner , one of our most ...
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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,...