New Voices: An Introduction to Contemporary PoetryMacmillan, 1921 - 454 страница |
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beauty bird blow blue breath cadence called contemporary poetry dark dead death diction Don John dream dust earth Edgar Lee Masters emotion eyes F. S. Flint feel flame flowers Frost give golden hand hear heart hills images Imagists John Gould Fletcher John Masefield John of Austria kind laugh light lines live look Louis Untermeyer lover mind modern mood moon never night pattern persons poem poet's poetic poets poets of to-day prose radical rain reader rhyme rhythm Robert Frost rose Sandburg Sara Teasdale shadows shining silver sing sleep song sonnets soul sound speech spirit stars story strong sweet symbols symmetry tell thee things thou thought tree truth ugliness Vachel Lindsay verse Wilfrid Wilson Gibson William Rose Benét wind woman women wonder words write written young
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Страница 83 - Remember now thy Creator in the days of thy youth, while the evil days come not, nor the years draw nigh, when thou shalt say, I have no pleasure in them; 2.
Страница 110 - ... white and blue and brown! I could be busy all the day Clearing and sweeping hearth and floor, And fixing on their shelf again My white and blue and speckled store! I could be quiet there at night Beside the fire and by myself, Sure of a bed and loth to leave The ticking clock and the shining delph!
Страница 105 - The color of the ground was in him, the red earth ; The smack and tang of elemental things...
Страница 83 - Also when they shall be afraid of that which is high, and fears shall be in the way, and the almond-tree shall flourish, and the grasshopper shall be a burden, and desire shall fail ; because man goeth to his long home, and the mourners go about the streets...
Страница 365 - 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...
Страница 63 - Oh, just another kind of out-door game, One on a side. It comes to little more: There where it is we do not need the wall: He is all pine and I am apple orchard. My apple trees will never get across And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him. He only says, "Good fences make good neighbors.
Страница 108 - Slowly, silently, now the moon Walks the night in her silver shoon; This way, and that, she peers and sees Silver fruit upon silver trees...
Страница 106 - The tolerance and equity of light That gives as freely to the shrinking flower As to the great oak flaring to the wind — To the grave's low hill as to the Matterhorn That shoulders out the sky.
Страница 310 - I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree...
Страница 76 - Is there anybody there?" said the Traveller, Knocking on the moonlit door; And his horse in the silence champed the grasses Of the forest's ferny floor; And a bird flew up out of the turret, Above the Traveller's head. And he smote upon the door again a second time; "Is there anybody there?