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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... Things , by Alfred Kreymborg . The Century Co .: For poems from Songs for the New Age , by James Op- penheim ; and from Challenge , by Louis Untermeyer . George H. Doran Co .: For poems from Songs from the Journey , by Wilton Agnew ...
... Things , by Alfred Kreymborg . The Century Co .: For poems from Songs for the New Age , by James Op- penheim ; and from Challenge , by Louis Untermeyer . George H. Doran Co .: For poems from Songs from the Journey , by Wilton Agnew ...
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... Things ... 215 The Tree Toad . 215 The Interpreter . 216 Wild Plum 217 The Answer . The Door .. FENTON JOHNSON : 217 218 Three Negro Spirituals : The Lost Love .. 218 Who is That a - walking in the Corn ?. 219 The Lonely Mother .. 219 ...
... Things ... 215 The Tree Toad . 215 The Interpreter . 216 Wild Plum 217 The Answer . The Door .. FENTON JOHNSON : 217 218 Three Negro Spirituals : The Lost Love .. 218 Who is That a - walking in the Corn ?. 219 The Lonely Mother .. 219 ...
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... Things I - II . 500 The Place of the Solitaires ... 500 The Paltry Nude Starts on a Spring Voyage . 501 Sur Ma Guzzla Gracile : The Snow Man .. 502 Tea at the Palaz of Hoon .. 502 Another Weeping Woman . 503 The Load of Sugar - cane ...
... Things I - II . 500 The Place of the Solitaires ... 500 The Paltry Nude Starts on a Spring Voyage . 501 Sur Ma Guzzla Gracile : The Snow Man .. 502 Tea at the Palaz of Hoon .. 502 Another Weeping Woman . 503 The Load of Sugar - cane ...
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... Things .. Frightened Face .. Daily Prayer ... AJAN SYRIAN : PAGE 508 509 510 510 511 The Syrian Lover in Exile Remembers Thee , Light of my Land 511 GENEVIEVE TAGGARD : For Eager Lovers .. The Enamel Girl . The Quiet Woman . Sea ...
... Things .. Frightened Face .. Daily Prayer ... AJAN SYRIAN : PAGE 508 509 510 510 511 The Syrian Lover in Exile Remembers Thee , Light of my Land 511 GENEVIEVE TAGGARD : For Eager Lovers .. The Enamel Girl . The Quiet Woman . Sea ...
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... Things Not Seen .. 547 Prayer for Sophistication . . 547 A Song for Souls Under Fire .. 547 Shapes . 548 Journey . 549 Benediction . 549 JEAN STARR UNTERMEYER : Lake Song Clay Hills .. Sinfonia Domestica . LOUIS UNTERMEYER : Landscapes ...
... Things Not Seen .. 547 Prayer for Sophistication . . 547 A Song for Souls Under Fire .. 547 Shapes . 548 Journey . 549 Benediction . 549 JEAN STARR UNTERMEYER : Lake Song Clay Hills .. Sinfonia Domestica . LOUIS UNTERMEYER : Landscapes ...
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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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