First Impressions: Essays on Poetry, Criticism, and ProsodyA.A. Knopf, 1925 - 249 pagine |
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Pagina 23
... picture : Elaine the fair , Elaine the beautiful , Elaine , the lily - maid of Astolat , or into couplets that are tossed about by ethical lec- turers : His honor rooted in dishonor grew , And faith unfaithful kept him falsely true . Mr ...
... picture : Elaine the fair , Elaine the beautiful , Elaine , the lily - maid of Astolat , or into couplets that are tossed about by ethical lec- turers : His honor rooted in dishonor grew , And faith unfaithful kept him falsely true . Mr ...
Pagina 39
... picture and the in- vitation but the tone of voice in which the invitation is given . Technically , it is the outstanding feature of all Mr. Frost's verse that he makes it speak in human tones . He has never written a line of free verse ...
... picture and the in- vitation but the tone of voice in which the invitation is given . Technically , it is the outstanding feature of all Mr. Frost's verse that he makes it speak in human tones . He has never written a line of free verse ...
Pagina 60
... picture of the sights and sounds of the funeral of " the boy nobody knows the name of ” and the speech- making politicians : Pronouncing the syllables sac - ri - fice carry the burden of the finest piece of satire he has done . In ...
... picture of the sights and sounds of the funeral of " the boy nobody knows the name of ” and the speech- making politicians : Pronouncing the syllables sac - ri - fice carry the burden of the finest piece of satire he has done . In ...
Pagina 65
... picture the origin of older folk tales somewhat after this wise : the materials meet for fairy tales floating around unrecognized ; a folk saying here , a bit of wisdom there ; some in- teresting natural object or primitive building ...
... picture the origin of older folk tales somewhat after this wise : the materials meet for fairy tales floating around unrecognized ; a folk saying here , a bit of wisdom there ; some in- teresting natural object or primitive building ...
Pagina 66
... pictures . And so out of the combination of Sandburg and the primitive folk customs of Chicago , Ill . , and vicinity , we have rising new born like Venus from the foam , or smoke from an Illinois Central engine , these two books of ...
... pictures . And so out of the combination of Sandburg and the primitive folk customs of Chicago , Ill . , and vicinity , we have rising new born like Venus from the foam , or smoke from an Illinois Central engine , these two books of ...
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Pagina 209 - Why, let the stricken deer go weep, The hart ungalled play; For some must watch, while some must sleep; So runs the world away.
Pagina 55 - 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.
Pagina 94 - The lost, that in armies wept over your funeral pall? They call on the names of a hundred high-valiant ones, A hundred white eagles have risen the sons of your sons, The zeal in their wings is a zeal that your dreaming began The valor that wore out your soul in the service of man.
Pagina 38 - The Pasture I'm going out to clean the pasture spring; I'll only stop to rake the leaves away (And wait to watch the water clear, I may): I shan't be gone long. — You come too. I'm going out to fetch the little calf That's standing by the mother. It's so young, It totters when she licks it with her tongue. I sha'n't be gone long. — You come too.
Pagina 246 - LONDON SNOW When men were all asleep the snow came flying, In large white flakes falling on the city brown, Stealthily and perpetually settling and loosely lying, Hushing the latest traffic of the drowsy town; Deadening, muffling, stifling its murmurs failing; Lazily and incessantly floating down and down; Silently sifting and veiling road, roof and railing; Hiding difference, making unevenness even, Into angles and crevices softly drifting and sailing.
Pagina 142 - Are nine and fifty swans. The nineteenth Autumn has come upon me Since I first made my count; I saw, before I had well finished, All suddenly mount And scatter, wheeling, in great broken rings Upon their clamorous wings. I have looked upon those brilliant creatures, And now my heart is sore. All's changed...
Pagina 19 - Where was he going, this man against the sky ? You know not, nor do I. But this we know, if we know anything : That we may laugh and fight and sing And of our transience here make offering To an orient Word that will not be erased, Or, save in incommunicable gleams Too permanent for dreams, Be found or known.
Pagina 138 - I MADE my song a coat Covered with embroideries Out of old mythologies From heel to throat; But the fools caught it, Wore it in the world's eyes As though they'd wrought it. Song, let them take it, For there's more enterprise In walking naked.
Pagina 48 - The Sound of the Trees I wonder about the trees. Why do we wish to bear Forever the noise of these More than another noise So close to our dwelling place? We suffer them by the day Till we lose all measure of pace, And fixity in our joys, And acquire a listening air. They are that that talks of going But never gets away; And that talks no less for knowing, As it grows wiser and older, That now it means to stay.
Pagina 119 - WOMEN Women have no wilderness in them, They are provident instead, Content in the tight hot cell of their hearts To eat dusty bread. They do not see cattle cropping red winter grass, They do not hear Snow water going down under culverts Shallow and clear. They wait, when they should turn to journeys, They stiffen, when they should bend. They use against themselves that benevolence To which no man is friend. They cannot think of so many...