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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... feel that the poetry of today is a vital force no longer to be ignored . Indeed , many critics feel that poetry is coming nearer than either the novel or the drama to the actual life of our time . The magazine Poetry , ever since its ...
... feel that the poetry of today is a vital force no longer to be ignored . Indeed , many critics feel that poetry is coming nearer than either the novel or the drama to the actual life of our time . The magazine Poetry , ever since its ...
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... feel the influence of their instinct for balance and proportion , for subtle harmonies of color and line , for the integrity of beauty in art as opposed to the moralizing and sentimental tendencies which had been intruding more and more ...
... feel the influence of their instinct for balance and proportion , for subtle harmonies of color and line , for the integrity of beauty in art as opposed to the moralizing and sentimental tendencies which had been intruding more and more ...
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... feel . The present Laureate , Robert Bridges , even in the late ' eighties and early ' nineties , was led by his own personal taste , especially in his Shorter Poems , toward austere simplicity of sub- ject , diction and style . But his ...
... feel . The present Laureate , Robert Bridges , even in the late ' eighties and early ' nineties , was led by his own personal taste , especially in his Shorter Poems , toward austere simplicity of sub- ject , diction and style . But his ...
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... feel , being shod . And , for all this , nature is never spent- There lives the dearest freshness deep down things ; And though the last lights off the black West went , Oh , morning , at the brown brink eastward , springs : Because the ...
... feel , being shod . And , for all this , nature is never spent- There lives the dearest freshness deep down things ; And though the last lights off the black West went , Oh , morning , at the brown brink eastward , springs : Because the ...
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... in literature , will make American writing so different from English that one can hardly feel there is much the American can learn from English writing except its old aristocratic disci- INTRODUCTION TO THE PRESENT EDITION li.
... in literature , will make American writing so different from English that one can hardly feel there is much the American can learn from English writing except its old aristocratic disci- INTRODUCTION TO THE PRESENT EDITION li.
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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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