Modern Verse, British and AmericanAnita P. Forbes H. Holt, 1920 - 297 страница |
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... lives in the throbbing city- Patient wives , and tenderness , forgiveness , faith , and pity . Roof - tops , roof - tops , this is what I wonder : You are thick as poisonous plants , thick the people under ; Yet roofless , and homeless ...
... lives in the throbbing city- Patient wives , and tenderness , forgiveness , faith , and pity . Roof - tops , roof - tops , this is what I wonder : You are thick as poisonous plants , thick the people under ; Yet roofless , and homeless ...
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... lives in Lady Street ; a bed , Four cobwebbed walls . But all day long A time is singing in his head Of youth in Gloucester lanes . He hears The wind among the barley - blades , The tapping of the woodpeckers On the smooth beeches ...
... lives in Lady Street ; a bed , Four cobwebbed walls . But all day long A time is singing in his head Of youth in Gloucester lanes . He hears The wind among the barley - blades , The tapping of the woodpeckers On the smooth beeches ...
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... lives that know not any right , And drift , that has not even the will To drift , toils through the day until The wage of sleep is won at night . But this grey man heeds not at all The hell of Lady Street . His stall Of many - coloured ...
... lives that know not any right , And drift , that has not even the will To drift , toils through the day until The wage of sleep is won at night . But this grey man heeds not at all The hell of Lady Street . His stall Of many - coloured ...
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... lives with rain . Poems are made by fools like me , But only God can make a tree . -Joyce Kilmer NIGHT - PIECE * Ye hooded witches , baleful shapes that moan , Quench your fantastic lanterns and be still ; * From Joyce Kilmer ; Poems ...
... lives with rain . Poems are made by fools like me , But only God can make a tree . -Joyce Kilmer NIGHT - PIECE * Ye hooded witches , baleful shapes that moan , Quench your fantastic lanterns and be still ; * From Joyce Kilmer ; Poems ...
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... live on , and Heaven is in their tone ! -Grace Hazard Conkling THE OLD SOLDIER ( 14th November 1914 ) Lest the young soldiers be strange in Heaven , God bids the old soldier they all adored Come to Him and wait for them , clean , new ...
... live on , and Heaven is in their tone ! -Grace Hazard Conkling THE OLD SOLDIER ( 14th November 1914 ) Lest the young soldiers be strange in Heaven , God bids the old soldier they all adored Come to Him and wait for them , clean , new ...
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Страница 71 - I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest 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 162 - The tumult and the shouting dies; The captains and the kings depart: Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice, An humble and a contrite heart. Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget— lest we forget!
Страница 65 - I'd like to get away from earth awhile And then come back to it and begin over. May no fate willfully misunderstand me And half grant what I wish and snatch me away Not to return. Earth's the right place for love: I don't know where it's likely to go better. I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree, And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk Toward heaven., till the tree could bear no more, But dipped its top and set me down again. That would be good both going and coming back. One could do worse...
Страница 164 - Hold on!" If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with Kings— nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds...
Страница 64 - 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 163 - If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too...
Страница 95 - If I should die, think only this of me : That there's some corner of a foreign field That is for ever 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 167 - ... flowers themselves, that sway through sunny hours, Dreaming of moths that drink them under the moon ; Then, the cool kindliness of sheets, that soon Smooth away trouble; and the rough male kiss Of blankets; grainy wood; live hair that is Shining and free; blue-massing clouds; the keen Unpassioned beauty of a great machine; The benison of hot water ; furs to touch ; The good smell of old clothes; and other such — The comfortable smell of friendly fingers, Hair's fragrance, and the musty reek...
Страница 128 - The pile of turf against the wall ! To have a clock with weights and chains And pendulum swinging up and down! A dresser filled with shining delph. Speckled and white and blue and brown! I could be busy all the day Clearing and sweeping hearth and floor, And fixing on their shelf again My white and blue and speckled store!
Страница 61 - But I am done with apple-picking now. Essence of winter sleep is on the night, « The scent of apples: I am drowsing off. I cannot rub the strangeness from my sight I got from looking through a pane of glass I skimmed this morning from the drinking trough And held against the world of hoary grass.