The Second Book of Modern Verse: A Selection from the Work of Contemporaneous American PoetsJessie Belle Rittenhouse Houghton Mifflin, 1919 - 224 страница |
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Amy Lowell ANCIENT BEAUTIFUL THINGS Anna Hempstead Branch bird blow blue breast breath bright CHINESE NIGHTINGALE clouds Copyright dark dawn death deep door dragons dream dust earth Edwin Arlington Robinson eyes face feet fire flame Flammonde flowers forever golden gray green hand Harbury Harlan hear heard heart heaven Heel and toe hills Jerico John Hall Wheelock kiss knew laugh Leonora Speyer lift light lips lonely look lover Macmillan Company Margaret Widdemer meadow moon morning never night Old King Cole once pass path permission Poems rain rendezvous with Death Reprinted roof-tops rose round sang Sara Teasdale shadows shining silence silver sing sleep smile snow sorrow soul SPOON RIVER SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY Spring stars sweet tell thee thou town tree Vachel Lindsay voice walked walls wind window wings wonder woods
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Страница 91 - So low for long, they never right themselves: You may see their trunks arching in the woods Years afterwards, trailing their leaves on the ground Like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair Before them over their heads to dry in the sun.
Страница 12 - Against the earth's sweet flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all day, And lifts her leafy arms to pray; A tree that may in summer wear A nest of robins in her hair; Upon whose bosom snow has lain; Who intimately lives with rain. Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree.
Страница 3 - THE ROAD NOT TAKEN Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth...
Страница 65 - Master through the flag-filled air. Christ came gently with a robe and crown For Booth the soldier, while the throng knelt down. He saw King Jesus. They were face to face, And he knelt a-weeping in that holy place. Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?
Страница 136 - Ye stolid, homely, visible things, Above you all brood glorious wings Of your deep entities, set high, Like slow moons in a hidden sky. But you, their likenesses, are spent Upon another element. Truly ye are but seemings — The shadowy cast-off gleamings Of bright solidities. Ye seem Soft as water, vague as dream ; Image, cast in a shifting stream.
Страница 189 - GOD'S WORLD O world, I cannot hold thee close enough! Thy winds, thy wide gray skies! Thy mists that roll and rise! Thy woods, this autumn day, that ache and sag And all but cry with color! That gaunt crag To crush! To lift the lean of that black bluff! World, world, I cannot get thee close enough!
Страница 101 - I saw the first pear as it fell — the honey-seeking, golden-banded, the yellow swarm was not more fleet than I, (spare us from loveliness) and I fell prostrate crying: you have flayed us with your blossoms, spare us the beauty of fruit-trees.
Страница 30 - I beat forever The fens and the sedges. The pledge is still the same — for all disastrous pledges, All hopes resigned ! My soul still flies above me for the quarry it shall find.
Страница 40 - Honoring the throne? — The loveliest fete and carnival Our world had ever known? The sages sat about us With their heads bowed in their beards, With proper meditation on the sight. Confucius was not born; We lived in those great days Confucius later said were lived aright. . . . And this gray bird, on that day of spring, With a bright-bronze breast, and a bronze-brown wing, Captured the world with his carolling.
Страница 138 - With labor do I sound Thy praise, My work is done for Thee. Whoever makes a thing more bright, He is an angel of all light. Therefore let me spread abroad The beautiful cleanness of my God.