The New Poetry: An Anthology

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Harriet Monroe, Alice Corbin Henderson
Macmillan, 1917 - 407 páginas
 

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Página 50 - as offering. THE POOL Are you alive? I touch you— You quiver like a sea-fish. I cover you with my net. What are you, banded one? OREAD Whirl up, sea— Whirl your pointed pines. Splash your great pines On our rocks. Hurl your green over us— Cover us with your pools of fir. THE
Página 59 - AN EPITAPH Here lies a most beautiful lady: Light of step and heart was she; I think she was the most beautiful lady That ever was in the West Country. But beauty vanishes; beauty passes; However rare—rare it be; And when I crumble, who will remember This lady of the West Country?
Página 153 - 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. THE CONGO A Study of the Negro Race I—THEIR BASIC SAVAGERY Fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room, Barrel-house kings, with feet unstable,
Página 118 - STUPIDITY STREET I saw with open eyes Singing birds sweet Sold in the shops For the people to eat, Sold in the shops of Stupidity Street. I saw in vision The worm in the wheat, And in the shops nothing For people to eat; Nothing for sale in Stupidity Street.
Página 94 - Robert Frost MENDING WALL Something there is that doesn't love a wall, That sends the frozen ground-swell under it, And spills the upper boulders in the sun; And makes gaps even two can pass
Página 155 - Mumbo-Jumbo will hoo-doo you." . . . Just then from the doorway, as fat as shotes Came the cake-walk princes in their long red coats, Canes with a brilliant lacquer shine, And tall silk hats that were red as wine. And they pranced with their butterfly partners there, Coal-black maidens with pearls in their hair,
Página 247 - There is none like thee among the dancers; None with swift feet. FROM "NEAR PERIGORD" Ed eran due in uno, ed uno in due. Inferno, XXVIII, 125. I loved a woman. The stars fell from heaven. And always our two natures were in strife. Bewildering spring, and by the Auvezere Poppies and
Página 117 - THE MYSTERY He came and took me by the hand Up to a red rose tree, He kept His meaning to Himself But gave a rose to me. I did not pray Him to lay bare The mystery to me; Enough the rose was Heaven to smell, And His own face to see.
Página 151 - Rulers of empires, and of forests green! The hosts were sandalled and their wings were fire— Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb? But their noise played havoc with the angel-choir. Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb? Oh. shout Salvation! it was good to see
Página 152 - For Booth the soldier while the throng knelt down. instruments He saw King Jesus—they were face to face, And he knelt a-weeping in that holy place. Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb? THE EAGLE THAT IS FORGOTTEN John P. Altgeld:

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