Poetry, Volume 12Harriet Monroe Modern Poetry Association, 1918 |
Dall'interno del libro
Risultati 1-5 di 34
Pagina 7
... voice grew soft as the pink - petalled wind In the apple - blossoms : " He nevah c'd sell no baskets- Besides , I couldn ' let him come alone . " THE ROSE - BUSH " Old Mammy Jones , I came to see your rose - bush . " " Come right up ...
... voice grew soft as the pink - petalled wind In the apple - blossoms : " He nevah c'd sell no baskets- Besides , I couldn ' let him come alone . " THE ROSE - BUSH " Old Mammy Jones , I came to see your rose - bush . " " Come right up ...
Pagina 12
... voice was wild and harsh . The hillsides are all streaked with little rills , I saw a patch of ice beneath a ledge ; A snowbird on a bare twig trills , And a robin in the hedge . I found a pink moth and his wings were numb , I found ...
... voice was wild and harsh . The hillsides are all streaked with little rills , I saw a patch of ice beneath a ledge ; A snowbird on a bare twig trills , And a robin in the hedge . I found a pink moth and his wings were numb , I found ...
Pagina 28
... . Her tossing , golden hair Is mingled with the sea of manes ; Her voice cries , " On , you wild ones , Stop not nor falter ! " Out of ten thousand trenches A million weary eyes Shall [ 28 ] POETRY : A Magazine of Verse.
... . Her tossing , golden hair Is mingled with the sea of manes ; Her voice cries , " On , you wild ones , Stop not nor falter ! " Out of ten thousand trenches A million weary eyes Shall [ 28 ] POETRY : A Magazine of Verse.
Pagina 31
... voice in its utterance of both verse and prose . I am quite out of sympathy with those sensitive poetic souls who resent this intrusion of science . The truth can do no harm , and in this case it must do incalculable good in the ...
... voice in its utterance of both verse and prose . I am quite out of sympathy with those sensitive poetic souls who resent this intrusion of science . The truth can do no harm , and in this case it must do incalculable good in the ...
Pagina 70
Harriet Monroe. THE MINSTREL " Woe יין My Lord Wind sings . His voice is a harp , a harp of a thousand strings ; His voice is a harp , and he rides on swift and terrible wings . " Woe • יין My Lord Wind shrills ; And the pine - trees ...
Harriet Monroe. THE MINSTREL " Woe יין My Lord Wind sings . His voice is a harp , a harp of a thousand strings ; His voice is a harp , and he rides on swift and terrible wings . " Woe • יין My Lord Wind shrills ; And the pine - trees ...
Altre edizioni - Visualizza tutto
Parole e frasi comuni
Alfred American Amy Lowell anthology Arahan artist Balmont beat beauty blue books of verse Bourne burn Bynner Chicago criticism D. H. Lawrence dark dead death dreams earth Edgar Lee Masters editors Eleanore Empire of China expression eyes Ezra Pound feel feet flame flowers free verse Georgian give hand Hardy Harriet Monroe hear heart hill John Gould Fletcher John Lane light literary live look Lord Wind Lowell Macmillan Magazine of Verse Marjorie Allen Seiffert Miss modern moon morning mother mountains never night Orrick Johns pass passion perhaps poems poet poetic poetry prairie Privately printed prose published rain reader rhyme rhythm rhythmic rose sand Sara Teasdale shadows singing sleep song soul spirit stars things thought trees Vachel Lindsay voice volume walk waves Whitman William wind words write young youth