Poetry, Volume 20Harriet Monroe Modern Poetry Association, 1922 - American poetry |
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... walls . Little yaller angels , Piccaninny angels , Chuckle on the tree . Forty - one lill ' angel ' , Fifty - two lill ' angel ' , Sixty - fo ' lill ' angel ' , Se ... ebbenty - t'ree .. Beatrice Ravenel COMMENT THIS SOUTHERN NUMBER ...
... walls . Little yaller angels , Piccaninny angels , Chuckle on the tree . Forty - one lill ' angel ' , Fifty - two lill ' angel ' , Sixty - fo ' lill ' angel ' , Se ... ebbenty - t'ree .. Beatrice Ravenel COMMENT THIS SOUTHERN NUMBER ...
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... walls , And earth - floors trod by soft footfalls . Yon campo santo is earthen , too ; Room in it for me , and room for you ; Little earth homes , for the weary - all Who seek their sleep by the earthy wall . William H. Simpson ON THE ...
... walls , And earth - floors trod by soft footfalls . Yon campo santo is earthen , too ; Room in it for me , and room for you ; Little earth homes , for the weary - all Who seek their sleep by the earthy wall . William H. Simpson ON THE ...
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... along . To the delighted earth he brings Abounding love of living things , So when he climbs the slopes to meet The rising sun , they kiss his feet ! Mildred Weston CREEDS I Men build rough high walls Along straight narrow [ 79 ]
... along . To the delighted earth he brings Abounding love of living things , So when he climbs the slopes to meet The rising sun , they kiss his feet ! Mildred Weston CREEDS I Men build rough high walls Along straight narrow [ 79 ]
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... walls And call them - Truth . Men put fantastic rags On those distorted shapes And call them — Beauty . Men keep , forever , Within those rough high walls And call it - Right .. Men manacle their minds , Fearful lest they scale the ...
... walls And call them - Truth . Men put fantastic rags On those distorted shapes And call them — Beauty . Men keep , forever , Within those rough high walls And call it - Right .. Men manacle their minds , Fearful lest they scale the ...
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Harriet Monroe. Men creep onward Between those rough high walls , Those grotesque walls , those queer - decked walls , And call themselves saved . II I am not saved , But , friend , weep not my lot ; For I was born of sun and earth , And ...
Harriet Monroe. Men creep onward Between those rough high walls , Those grotesque walls , those queer - decked walls , And call themselves saved . II I am not saved , But , friend , weep not my lot ; For I was born of sun and earth , And ...
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Page 208 - The loathsome mask has fallen, the man remains Sceptreless, free, uncircumscribed, but man Equal, unclassed, tribeless, and nationless, Exempt from awe, worship, degree, the king Over himself; just, gentle, wise: but man Passionless; no, yet free from guilt or pain, Which were, for his will made or suffered them, Nor yet exempt, tho...
Page 208 - ... Exempt from awe, worship, degree, the king Over himself; just, gentle, wise: but man Passionless? — no, yet free from guilt or pain. Which were, for his will made or suffered them, Nor yet exempt, though ruling them like slaves, From chance, and death, and mutability, The clogs of that which else might oversoar The loftiest star of unascended heaven, Pinnacled dim in the intense inane.
Page 212 - I would fain Be what it is my destiny to be, The saviour and the strength of suffering man, Or sink into the original gulf of things: There is no agony, and no solace left ; Earth can console. Heaven can torment no more.
Page 217 - To Waken An Old Lady Old age is a flight of small cheeping birds skimming bare trees above a snow glaze. Gaining and failing they are buffeted by a dark wind — But what? On harsh weedstalks the flock has rested, the snow is covered with broken seedhusks and the wind tempered by a shrill piping of plenty.
Page 208 - Rise like Lions after slumber In unvanquishable number, Shake your chains to earth like dew Which in sleep had fallen on you Ye are many - they are few.
Page 210 - Poets are the hierophants of an unapprehended inspiration; the mirrors of the gigantic shadows which futurity casts upon the present; the words which express what they understand not; the trumpets which sing to battle, and feel not what they inspire; the influence which is moved not, but moves. Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world.
Page 218 - I lived with my husband. The plumtree is white today with masses of flowers. Masses of flowers load the cherry branches and color some bushes yellow and some red but the grief in my heart is stronger than they for though they were my joy formerly, today I notice them and turned away forgetting.
Page 153 - THE FARMER'S BRIDE Three Summers since I chose a maid, Too young maybe — but more's to do At harvest-time than bide and woo. When us was wed she turned afraid Of love and me and all things human; Like the shut of a winter's day. Her smile went out, and Wasn'ta woman — More like a little frightened fay. One night, in the Fall, she runned away. "Out 'mong the sheep, her be...
Page 153 - As well as most, but like a mouse: Happy enough to chat and play With birds and rabbits and such as they, So long as men-folk keep away. 'Not near, not near!
Page 210 - Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds.