The Home Book of Modern Verse: An Extension of The Home Book of Verse; Being a Selection from American and English Poetry of the Twentieth CenturyBurton Egbert Stevenson H. Holt, 1925 - 1121 strán (strany) |
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The Home Book of Modern Verse: An Extension of The Home Book of Verse; Being ... Úplné zobrazenie - 1925 |
The Home Book of Modern Verse: An Extension of The Home Book of Verse; Being ... Úplné zobrazenie - 1925 |
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Alfred Kreymborg beauty beneath bird blow blue breast breath bright burning Carolyn Davies dance dark dawn dead dear death deep door dream dusk dust earth Elinor Wylie eyes face feet fire flame flowers G. K. Chesterton garden gold golden gone grass gray green hair hand hear heard heart heaven Hervey Allen hill J. C. Squire John John Hall Wheelock King kiss knew laugh Leonora Speyer light lips live Lizette Woodworth Reese lonely look Louis Untermeyer lover Margaret Widdemer moon morning never night pain pass poems rain road rose Sara Teasdale shadows shining silence silver sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spring stars strange sweet tears tell things thou thought tree turn voice walk watch wild William Rose Benét wind wings wonder young youth
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Strana 313 - Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep...
Strana 500 - There will be time, there will be time To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet; There will be time to murder and create, And time for all the works and days of hands That lift and drop a question on your plate...
Strana 503 - No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be; Am an attendant lord, one that will do To swell a progress, start a scene or two, Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool, Deferential, glad to be of use, Politic, cautious, and meticulous; Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse; At times, indeed, almost ridiculous — Almost, at times, the Fool.
Strana 499 - Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherised upon a table...
Strana 501 - And indeed there will be time To wonder, "Do I dare?" and, "Do I dare?" Time to turn back and descend the stair, With a bald spot in the middle of my hair...
Strana 341 - Tall Nettles TALL nettles cover up, as they have done These many springs, the rusty harrow, the plough Long worn out, and the roller made of stone : Only the elm butt tops the nettles now. This corner of the farmyard I like most : As well as any bloom upon a flower I like the dust on the nettles, never lost Except to prove the sweetness of a shower.
Strana 560 - 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.
Strana 61 - TO EARTHWARD Love at the lips was touch As sweet as I could bear; And once that seemed too much; I lived on air That crossed me from sweet things The flow of - was it musk From hidden grapevine springs Down hill at dusk? I had the swirl and ache From sprays of honeysuckle That when they're gathered shake Dew on the knuckle. I craved strong sweets, but those Seemed strong when I was young; The petal of the rose It was that stung.
Strana 315 - And not one but hung limp, not one was left For him to conquer. He learned all there was To learn about not launching out too soon And so not carrying the tree away Clear to the ground. He always kept his poise To the top branches, climbing carefully With the same pains you use to fill a cup Up to the brim, and even above the brim.
Strana 366 - An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small, In blast-beruffled plume, Had chosen thus to fling his soul Upon the growing gloom.