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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... Friend Whose Work Has Come to Nothing .. 605 The Collarbone of a Hare .. 606 The Dawn .. 606 The Magi .. 607 The Fisherman .. 607 608 The Wild Swans at Coole .. MARYA ZATURENSKY : Memories .... 609 Song of a Factory Girl . 610 An Old ...
... Friend Whose Work Has Come to Nothing .. 605 The Collarbone of a Hare .. 606 The Dawn .. 606 The Magi .. 607 The Fisherman .. 607 608 The Wild Swans at Coole .. MARYA ZATURENSKY : Memories .... 609 Song of a Factory Girl . 610 An Old ...
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... friend " . So many times , in doubt , she ran between them ! - Through windy corridors of darkening end . Here she could stand with one dim light above her , And hear far music , like a sea in caverns , Murmur away at hollowed walls of ...
... friend " . So many times , in doubt , she ran between them ! - Through windy corridors of darkening end . Here she could stand with one dim light above her , And hear far music , like a sea in caverns , Murmur away at hollowed walls of ...
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... children we soon forget the parents of our souls . But you avidly grip us again - we pay for the little noise of life we steal . TO AN ENEMY I despise my friends more than you MAXWELL BODENHEIM 335 The Interne The Old The Miner.
... children we soon forget the parents of our souls . But you avidly grip us again - we pay for the little noise of life we steal . TO AN ENEMY I despise my friends more than you MAXWELL BODENHEIM 335 The Interne The Old The Miner.
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... friends more than you . I would have known myself , but they stood before the mirrors And painted on them images of the virtues I craved . You came with sharpest chisel , scraping away the false paint . Then I knew and detested myself ...
... friends more than you . I would have known myself , but they stood before the mirrors And painted on them images of the virtues I craved . You came with sharpest chisel , scraping away the false paint . Then I knew and detested myself ...
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... friendship- These things evade your dexterous epigrams ! Poet . A statue , polished and large , Dominates when it stands alone . Placed in a huge profusion of statues , Its outlines become humiliated . Simplicity demands one gesture And ...
... friendship- These things evade your dexterous epigrams ! Poet . A statue , polished and large , Dominates when it stands alone . Placed in a huge profusion of statues , Its outlines become humiliated . Simplicity demands one gesture And ...
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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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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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