The Little Book of Modern British Verse: One Hundred Poets Since HenleyJessie Belle Rittenhouse Houghton Mifflin, 1924 - 276 Seiten |
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Admiral Death beauty beneath bird blue breast breath bugles blown cold Collected Poems Colonel's dark Dark Angel daughter dawn dead Don John Dora Sigerson Shorter dream dust earth England eyes face feet fire flowers gold golden grass grey hair hand hath hear heard heart Heaven hill John of Austria John-John Kamal kiss Lacedaemon laughing light Lionel Johnson lips lonely looked Lord Macmillan Company Mamble mare Moira O'Neill moon moonlight morning never night Norman Gale Padraic Colum pass quiet Ralph Hodgson Reprinted by special riding road roses round Rupert Brooke shadow shining sigh silence silver sing sleep soft song sorrow soul special arrangement stand stars stone strange sweet tears thee things thou thought trees turn voice walk watch waves weary wild Wilfrid Wilson Gibson William Ernest Henley William Kean Seymour wind wings word young
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Seite 207 - Now, God be thanked who has matched us with His hour, And caught our youth, and wakened us from sleeping, With hand made sure, clear eye and sharpened power, To turn, as swimmers into cleanness leaping, Glad from a world grown old and cold and weary...
Seite 117 - Neath the starred and leafy sky; For he suddenly smote on the door, even Louder, and lifted his head: "Tell them I came, and no one answered That I kept my word," he said. Never the least stir made the listeners, Though every word he spake Fell echoing through the shadowiness of the still house From the one man left awake: Ay, they heard his foot upon the stirrup, And the sound of iron on stone, And how the silence surged softly backward, When the plunging hoofs were gone.
Seite 11 - Requiem Under the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be; Home is the sailor, home from sea, And the hunter home from the hill.
Seite 65 - For heathen heart that puts her trust In reeking tube and iron shard. All valiant dust that builds on dust, And guarding calls not Thee to guard; For frantic boast and foolish word, Thy mercy on Thy people, Lord. "Amen.
Seite 75 - And live alone in the bee-loud glade. And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings ; There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet's wings. I will arise and go now, for always night and day I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore ; While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray, I hear it in the deep heart's core.
Seite 38 - Lest, having Him, I must have naught beside) ; But, if one little casement parted wide, The gust of His approach would clash it to. Fear wist not to evade as Love wist to pursue. Across the margent of the world I fled, And troubled the gold gateways of the stars, Smiting for shelter on their clanged bars; Fretted to dulcet jars And silvern chatter the pale ports o...
Seite 75 - I WILL arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made: Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee, And live alone in the bee-loud glade. And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings; There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full...
Seite 41 - Ah! is Thy love indeed A weed, albeit an amaranthine weed, Suffering no flowers except its own to mount? Ah! must — Designer infinite! — Ah! must Thou char the wood ere Thou canst limn with it? My freshness spent its wavering shower i...
Seite 39 - Against the red throb of its sunset-heart I laid my own to beat, And share commingling heat ; But not by that, by that, was eased my human smart. In vain my tears were wet on Heaven's gray cheek.
Seite 64 - The tumult and the shouting dies — The captains and the kings depart — Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice, An humble and a contrite heart.