The New Poetry: An Anthology of Twentieth-century Verse in English, Том 1Harriet Monroe, Alice Corbin Henderson Macmillan, 1923 - 640 страница |
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... Falling Leaves . 281 Venus Transiens .. 285 A Lady ... 285 Chinoiseries : Reflections .. 286 Falling Snow .. Hoar - frost . Solitaire . 286 287 287 A Gift ... Red Slippers . Apology . Ombre Chinoise .. Night Clouds .. 287 288 289 ...
... Falling Leaves . 281 Venus Transiens .. 285 A Lady ... 285 Chinoiseries : Reflections .. 286 Falling Snow .. Hoar - frost . Solitaire . 286 287 287 A Gift ... Red Slippers . Apology . Ombre Chinoise .. Night Clouds .. 287 288 289 ...
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... fall .. 564 Without Sleep .. 564 These Are the Subtle Rhythms .. 565 I , in my Pitiful Flesh ..... JOHN HALL WHEELOCK : 565 Sunday Evening in the Common .. Spring .... 566 566 Like Music ... 567 The Thunder - Shower .. 567 Song .. 568 ...
... fall .. 564 Without Sleep .. 564 These Are the Subtle Rhythms .. 565 I , in my Pitiful Flesh ..... JOHN HALL WHEELOCK : 565 Sunday Evening in the Common .. Spring .... 566 566 Like Music ... 567 The Thunder - Shower .. 567 Song .. 568 ...
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... Fall down , fall down , you kings of men— Fall down before him ! This is he For whom the moon pursues her ghost And demons bend the knee . Woe unto you , you miscreants Who dare the lightnings of his eyes ! His hand , how strong ! His ...
... Fall down , fall down , you kings of men— Fall down before him ! This is he For whom the moon pursues her ghost And demons bend the knee . Woe unto you , you miscreants Who dare the lightnings of his eyes ! His hand , how strong ! His ...
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... fall And softly darken him . Cling to him , while cymbals far Are sweetly smitten in the dusk , And mænads , under a haughty star , Break the white rose for its musk : Cling to him , with your lips Feed his heart on crumbs of fire That ...
... fall And softly darken him . Cling to him , while cymbals far Are sweetly smitten in the dusk , And mænads , under a haughty star , Break the white rose for its musk : Cling to him , with your lips Feed his heart on crumbs of fire That ...
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... .. There he will watch you dance , And fill his cup , immortally , And laugh at circumstance . There is a fountain in a wood Where wavering lies a moon : It plays to the slowly falling leaves A sleepy tune 4 THE NEW POETRY.
... .. There he will watch you dance , And fill his cup , immortally , And laugh at circumstance . There is a fountain in a wood Where wavering lies a moon : It plays to the slowly falling leaves A sleepy tune 4 THE NEW POETRY.
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beauty bird blow blue break breast Cæsar's cloud cold Conrad Aiken D. H. Lawrence dance dark dawn dead death door dream dust earth eyes Ezra Pound F. S. Flint face fall feet fire flame flowers forever garden gold gone grass gray green hair hands hear heard heart heaven hill kiss knew laugh leaves lift light lips live look lover moon morning never night Padraic Colum Pamplona pass poems poetry poets praise quiet rain Richard Aldington river rose shadow shining silence silver sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spring stars stone strange sweet T. S. Eliot tell thee things thou thought tree turn voice wait walk Walter Conrad Arensberg watch weeping whisper wild William Rose Benét wind wings Witter Bynner woman wonder words Yone Noguchi
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