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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... lift your lanterns- Oh , any number - it will still be night . And here are echoing stairs to lead you downward To long sonorous halls . And here is spring forever at these windows , With roses on the walls . This is her room . On one ...
... lift your lanterns- Oh , any number - it will still be night . And here are echoing stairs to lead you downward To long sonorous halls . And here is spring forever at these windows , With roses on the walls . This is her room . On one ...
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... lifts its minarets To winds that from the desert sweep ; And prisoned Arab women weep Below the domes and minarets . Upon a hill in Thessaly Stand broken columns in a line About a cold forgotten shrine , Beneath a moon in Thessaly . But ...
... lifts its minarets To winds that from the desert sweep ; And prisoned Arab women weep Below the domes and minarets . Upon a hill in Thessaly Stand broken columns in a line About a cold forgotten shrine , Beneath a moon in Thessaly . But ...
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... lift up . They are swept away in the void that's true enough . It had to be so from the very first . Pshaw , I'm steady enough - let me alone . Keokuk , Tennessee , Michigan , Chicago , Kalamazoo - don't the names in this country make ...
... lift up . They are swept away in the void that's true enough . It had to be so from the very first . Pshaw , I'm steady enough - let me alone . Keokuk , Tennessee , Michigan , Chicago , Kalamazoo - don't the names in this country make ...
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... lift up I begin to swim . Hell and damnation - turn me loose ! isn't the roar of the trains at all . horrible flood turned loose . The floods come on . That It's the flood - the terrible , Winter of song . Winter of song . Carried along ...
... lift up I begin to swim . Hell and damnation - turn me loose ! isn't the roar of the trains at all . horrible flood turned loose . The floods come on . That It's the flood - the terrible , Winter of song . Winter of song . Carried along ...
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... made him fly the rocks , Thou , creature , art my quest . Then lift me with thy steady eyes . If then to tear my breast , She said- If then to tear my breast ! " The songs they have Are the last relics of PADRAIC COLUM 61.
... made him fly the rocks , Thou , creature , art my quest . Then lift me with thy steady eyes . If then to tear my breast , She said- If then to tear my breast ! " The songs they have Are the last relics of PADRAIC COLUM 61.
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Adelaide Crapsey 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 hill J. C. Squire kiss knew laugh leaves lift light lips live look lover moon morning never night Padraic Colum Pamplona pass poems poets praise quiet rain Richard Aldington river rose shadows shining silence silver sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spring stars strange sweet T. S. Eliot tell thee things thou thought tree turn voice wait walk wall watch whisper wild William Rose Benét wind wings Witter Bynner woman wonder words Yone Noguchi
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Страница 175 - Fire and Ice SOME say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice.
Страница 44 - England. There shall be In that rich earth a richer dust concealed; A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware, Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam, A body of England's, breathing English air, Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.
Страница xlvii - How to keep— is there any .any, is there none such, nowhere known some, bow or brooch or braid or brace, lace, latch or catch or key to keep Back beauty, keep it, beauty, beauty, beauty, . . . from vanishing away?
Страница 316 - Out of me unworthy and unknown The vibrations of deathless music: "With malice toward none, with charity for all." Out of me the forgiveness of millions toward millions, And the beneficent face of a nation Shining with justice and truth. I am Anne Rutledge who sleep beneath these weeds, Beloved in life of Abraham Lincoln, Wedded to him, not through union, But through separation. Bloom forever, O Republic, From the dust of my bosom!
Страница 255 - Sleep softly, * * * eagle forgotten, * * * under the stone, Time has its way with you there and the clay has its own. Sleep on, O brave hearted, O wise man, that kindled the flame— To live in mankind is far more than to live in a name, To live in mankind, far, far more * * * than to live in a name.
Страница 461 - twere better to be deep Pillowed in silk and scented down, Where Love throbs out in blissful sleep, Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath, Where hushed awakenings are dear . . . But I've a rendezvous with Death...
Страница 609 - Unwearied still, lover by lover, They paddle in the cold Companionable streams or climb the air; Their hearts have not grown old; Passion or conquest, wander where they will, Attend upon them still. But now they drift on the still water, Mysterious, beautiful; Among what rushes will they build, By what lake's edge or pool Delight men's eyes when I awake some day To find they have flown away? IN MEMORY OF MAJOR ROBERT GREGORY Now that we're almost settled in our house I'll name the friends that cannot...
Страница 195 - Only a man harrowing clods In a slow silent walk With an old horse that stumbles and nods Half asleep as they stalk. Only thin smoke without flame From the heaps of couch-grass; Yet this will go onward the same Though Dynasties pass.
Страница 224 - 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.