The New Poetry: An Anthology of Twentieth-century Verse in English, 1 tomasHarriet Monroe, Alice Corbin Henderson Macmillan, 1923 - 640 psl. |
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The New Poetry An Anthology of Twentieth-century Verse in English, 1 tomas Harriet Monroe,Alice Corbin Henderson Visos knygos peržiūra - 1923 |
The New Poetry An Anthology of Twentieth-century Verse in English Harriet Monroe,Alice Corbin Henderson Visos knygos peržiūra - 1923 |
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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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