Modern American and British PoetryLouis Untermeyer Harcourt, Brace, 1923 - 403 стор. |
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... birds are on the wing , And our hearts are patting juba To the banjo of the spring , Then it's no wonder whether The boys will get together , With a stein on the table and a cheer for everything . For we're all frank - and - twenty When ...
... birds are on the wing , And our hearts are patting juba To the banjo of the spring , Then it's no wonder whether The boys will get together , With a stein on the table and a cheer for everything . For we're all frank - and - twenty When ...
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... birds of free America were singin ' in the trees ? In the songs that they were singin ' No familiar note was ringin ' , But I strove to imitate them an ' I whistled like a lad . Oh , my heart was warm to love them For the very newness ...
... birds of free America were singin ' in the trees ? In the songs that they were singin ' No familiar note was ringin ' , But I strove to imitate them an ' I whistled like a lad . Oh , my heart was warm to love them For the very newness ...
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... speech was aimed to please The crow , and it succeeded ; He thought no bird in all the trees Could sing as well as he did . In flattery completely doused , He gave the " Jewel Guy Wetmore Carryl 93 The Sycophantic Fox and the Gullible ...
... speech was aimed to please The crow , and it succeeded ; He thought no bird in all the trees Could sing as well as he did . In flattery completely doused , He gave the " Jewel Guy Wetmore Carryl 93 The Sycophantic Fox and the Gullible ...
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... bird Took in the situation He said one brief , emphatic word , Unfit for publication . The fox was greatly startled , but He only sighed and answered " Tut . " The Moral is : A fox is bound To be a shameless sinner . And also : When the ...
... bird Took in the situation He said one brief , emphatic word , Unfit for publication . The fox was greatly startled , but He only sighed and answered " Tut . " The Moral is : A fox is bound To be a shameless sinner . And also : When the ...
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... Bird and the Tree " and " Eye - Witness , " he has caught something more than the colors of certain localities — particularly of the dark race . 1 THE BIRD AND THE TREE Blackbird , blackbird in the cage , There's something wrong tonight ...
... Bird and the Tree " and " Eye - Witness , " he has caught something more than the colors of certain localities — particularly of the dark race . 1 THE BIRD AND THE TREE Blackbird , blackbird in the cage , There's something wrong tonight ...
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Сторінка 36 - Behind him lay the gray Azores, Behind the Gates of Hercules; Before him not the ghost of shores, Before him only shoreless seas. The good mate said: "Now must we pray, For lo! the very stars are gone. Brave Admiral, speak, what shall I say?
Сторінка 232 - Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds and shall find me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate : I am the captain of my soul.
Сторінка 230 - We build up the world's great cities, And out of a fabulous story We fashion an empire's glory: One man with a dream, at pleasure, Shall go forth and conquer a crown; And three with a new song's measure Can trample an empire down.
Сторінка 48 - 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.
Сторінка 33 - Which is why I remark, And my language is plain, That for ways that are dark, And for tricks that are vain, The heathen Chinee is peculiar — Which the same I am free to maintain.
Сторінка 34 - Yet the cards they were stocked In a way that I grieve, And my feelings were shocked At the state of Nye's sleeve, Which was stuffed full of aces and bowers, And the same with intent to deceive.
Сторінка 37 - Sail on! sail on! and on!" They sailed. They sailed. Then spake the mate: "This mad sea shows his teeth tonight. He curls his lip, he lies in wait, With lifted teeth, as if to bite! Brave Admiral, say but one good word : What shall we do when hope is gone ?" The words leapt like a leaping sword: "Sail on! sail on! and on!
Сторінка 234 - REQUIEM UNDER the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be ; Home is the sailor, home from sea, And the hunter home from the hill.
Сторінка 158 - In a Station of the Metro": The apparition of these faces in the crowd; Petals, on a wet, black bough.
Сторінка 233 - A LATE lark twitters from the quiet skies ; And from the west, Where the sun, his day's work ended, Lingers as in content, There falls on the old, gray city An influence luminous and serene, A shining peace. The smoke ascends In a rosy-and-golden haze. The spires Shine, and are changed. In the valley Shadows rise. The lark sings on. The sun, Closing his benediction, Sinks, and the darkening air Thrills with a sense of the triumphing night — Night with her train of stars And her great gift of sleep.