Edna St. Vincent MillaySimon & Schuster, 1927 - 31 psl. |
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37 WEST FIFTY-SEVENTH bought calm Camden clothes conflict of immensities COPYRIGHT cried day older dead dear e'er earth Edited by Hughes Edna Millay EDNA ST ence EUCLID Faithless ferry Figs from Thistles floor forget gone back grass happy harp harp-strings HARP-WEAVER Harper & Brothers hastened to tell heart HUGHES MEARNS hungry Infinity pressed jacket JOHN ERSKINE KING'S HENCHMAN knew late fall leaf lean light Little Sorrow living things looked on Beauty Looking nineteen LOUIS UNTERMEYER loveliness merry mother never night once pair of breeches PAMPHLET POETS pear PENITENT Poems poetry prize PUBLISHERS NEW YORK Queer radiant identity rare products RECUERDO Renascence sand SECOND APRIL series of Pamphlet silken SIMON & SCHUSTER SONNETS sound sweet thee close There's thirst thread tired verse Village VINCENT MILLAY 828 WALT WHITMAN WEST FIFTY-SEVENTH STREET wind woman's head wonderful wove a pair
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