Anthology of Massachusetts PoetsSmall, Maynard, 1922 - 145 pagine |
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AGNES LEE AMY LOWELL Angels Anthems Sung ARTHUR KETCHUM beauty birds blue breast breath child CRETONNE dark dead dear dream earth eyes Fallen Fences FANNIE STEARNS DAVIS flame flowers G. O. WARREN GAMALIEL BRADFORD Garlingtown GEORGE CABOT LODGE GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY GRACE HAZARD CONKLING Green golden door heart HILDA HILDA CONKLING hill Hymns and Anthems IRISH RAIN JOHN CLAIR MINOT John Masefield JOSEPH AUSLANDER JOSEPHINE PRESTON PEABODY knew laughed Leprechauns and cluricauns light LILLA CABOT PERRY living lonely looked MARIE TUDOR Masefield Miss Doane morning NATHAN HASKELL DOLE night NORREYS JEPHSON O'CONOR o'er OLD LIZETTE OLIVER JENKINS Pilgrim pipe pity road rose RUTH LAMBERT JONES Saint Columbkille shine silence singing softly song soul stars Sung at Wellesley sunset sweet sword thee thine Thou voice Wellesley College WILLIAM ROSCOE THAYER wind WINIFRED VIRGINIA JACKSON wonder Yellow Clover
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Pagina 4 - O beautiful for spacious skies, For amber waves of grain, For purple mountain majesties Above the fruited plain. America! America! God shed His grace on thee, And crown thy good with brotherhood From sea to shining sea.
Pagina 4 - O beautiful for pilgrim feet, Whose stern, impassioned stress A thoroughfare for freedom beat Across the wilderness! America ! America ! God mend thine every flaw, Confirm thy soul in self-control, Thy liberty in law...
Pagina 93 - PATTERNS I walk down the garden paths, And all the daffodils Are blowing, and the bright blue squills. I walk down the patterned garden-paths In my stiff, brocaded gown. With my powdered hair and jewelled fan, I too am a rare Pattern. As I wander down The garden paths. My dress is richly figured, And the train Makes a pink and silver stain On the gravel, and the thrift Of the borders. Just a plate of current fashion, Tripping...
Pagina 96 - Boned and stayed. And the softness of my body will be guarded from embrace By each button, hook, and lace. For the man who should loose me is dead, Fighting with the Duke in Flanders, In a pattern called a war.
Pagina 138 - A ROSE to the living is more Than sumptuous wreaths to the dead: In filling love's infinite store, A rose to the living is more, — If graciously given before The hungering spirit is fled, — A rose to the living is more Than sumptuous wreaths to the dead.
Pagina 94 - I should see the sun flashing from his sword-hilt and the buckles on his shoes. I would choose To lead him in a maze along the patterned paths. A bright and laughing maze for my heavy-booted lover.
Pagina 95 - See that the messenger takes some refreshment. No, no answer." And I walked into the garden, Up and down the patterned paths, In my stiff, correct brocade. The blue and yellow flowers stood up proudly in the sun, Each one. I stood upright too, Held rigid to the pattern By the stiffness of my gown. Up and down I walked, Up and down. In a month he would have been my husband. In a month, here, underneath this lime, We would have broke the pattern; He for me, and I for him, He as Colonel, I as Lady,...
Pagina 94 - I should like to see it lying in a heap upon the ground. All the pink and silver crumpled up on the ground. I would be the pink and silver as I ran along the paths, And he would stumble after, Bewildered by my laughter. I should see the sun flashing from his sword hilt and the buckles on his shoes. I would choose To lead him in a maze along the patterned paths...
Pagina 31 - O hearken, all ye little weeds That lie beneath the snow, (So low, dear hearts, in poverty so low!) The sun hath risen for royal deeds, A valiant wind the vanguard leads; Now quicken ye, lest unborn seeds Before ye rise and blow. O furry living things, adream On winter's drowsy breast, (How rest ye there, how softly, safely rest!) Arise and follow where a gleam Of wizard gold unbinds the stream, And all the woodland windings seem With sweet expectance blest. My birds, come back! the hollow sky Is...