The New Poetry: An Anthology of Twentieth-century Verse in EnglishHarriet 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, 1 tomas Harriet Monroe,Alice Corbin Henderson Visos knygos peržiūra - 1923 |
Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
Adelaide Crapsey beauty bird blow blue break breast bright 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 fear feet fire flame flowers forever garden gold gone grass gray green hair hands hear heard heart hill kiss knew laugh leaves Liadain lift light lips live look lover MONTAGNE SAINTE-GENEVIÈVE 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 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 woman wonder words Yone Noguchi
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175 psl. - Fire and Ice 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. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice.
435 psl. - Laughing the stormy, husky, brawling laughter of Youth, half-naked, sweating, proud to be Hog Butcher, Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat, Player with Railroads and Freight Handler to the Nation.
44 psl. - 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.
166 psl. - Oh, just another kind of out-door game, One on a side. It comes to little more: There where it is we do not need the wall: He is all pine and I am apple orchard. My apple trees will never get across And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him. He only says, "Good fences make good neighbours.
xlvii psl. - How to keep— is there any .any, is there none such, nowhere known some, bow or brooch or braid or brace, lace, latch or catch or key to keep Back beauty, keep it, beauty, beauty, beauty, . . . from vanishing away?
451 psl. - Pocahontas' body, lovely as a poplar, sweet as a red haw in November or a pawpaw in May, did she wonder? does she remember? ... in the dust, in the cool tombs? Take any streetful of people buying clothes and groceries, cheering a hero or throwing confetti and blowing tin horns . . . tell me if the lovers are losers . . . tell me if any get more than the lovers ... in the dust ... in the cool tombs.
427 psl. - Miniver scorned the gold he sought, But sore annoyed was he without it; Miniver thought, and thought, and thought, And thought about it.
255 psl. - Sleep softly, * * * eagle forgotten, * * * under the stone, Time has its way with you there and the clay has its own. Sleep on, O brave hearted, O wise man, that kindled the flame— To live in mankind is far more than to live in a name, To live in mankind, far, far more * * * than to live in a name.
43 psl. - These laid the world away; poured out the red Sweet wine of youth; gave up the years to be Of work and joy, and that unhoped serene, That men call age; and those who would have been, Their sons, they gave, their immortality.
xlix psl. - ... to drill and die. The unexplained glory flies above them, Great is the Battle-God, great, and his Kingdom— A field where a thousand corpses lie. Do not weep, babe, for war is kind. Because your father tumbled in the yellow trenches, Raged at his breast, gulped and died, Do not weep. War is kind. Swift blazing flag of the regiment, Eagle with crest of red and gold, These men were born to drill and die. Point for them the virtue of slaughter, Make plain to them the excellence of killing And a...