Modern PoetryGuy Noel Pocock E.P. Dutton, 1920 - 160 páginas |
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Términos y frases comunes
ahead ALFRED NOYES bay and tray beautiful blow blue bright brown bull danced dark Death deep dream E. V. LUCAS earth ERNEST RHYS eyes faith and fire feet flame FRANCES CORNFORD GERALD GOULD gipsies gloom gold green grey guns hare head heard heart Heaven herd hill hunting Jack JOHN DAVIDSON JULIAN GRENFELL Laugh leaf burners leaves live mate merry Messrs mind modern poetry moon never night poem poet RALPH HODGSON round runnable stag RUPERT BROOKE sailor-dead sails sand shadows shape shining shore SIEGFRIED SASSOON sing skies sleep soldiers song of England soul stag of warrant stars sweet thee There's things thought tray and three trees Turvey verse W. E. HENLEY W. S. BLUNT Waiting WALT WHITMAN waves WILFRID WILFRID WILSON GIBSON wind wings wonderful woods word
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Página 130 - 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.
Página 50 - 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.
Página 22 - If I should die, think only this of me: That there's some corner of a foreign field That is for ever England. There shall be In that rich earth a richer dust concealed; A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware, Gave once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam.
Página 155 - Whereto answering, the sea, Delaying not, hurrying not, Whisper'd me through the night, and very plainly before daybreak, Lisp'd to me the low and delicious word death, And again death, death, death, death, Hissing melodious, neither like the bird nor like my arous'd child's heart, But edging near as privately for me rustling at my feet, Creeping thence steadily up to my ears and laving me softly all over, Death, death, death, death, death.
Página 147 - Up from the mystic play of shadows twining and twisting as if they were alive, Out from the patches of briers and blackberries, From the memories of the bird that chanted to me, From your memories sad brother, from the fitful risings and fallings I heard, From under that yellow half-moon late-risen and swollen as if with tears, From those beginning notes of yearning and love there in the mist.
Página 49 - 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.
Página 31 - The wind was a nor'wester, blowing squally off the sea; And cliffs and spouting breakers were the only things a-lee. They heard the surf a-roaring before the break of day; But 'twas only with the peep of light we saw how ill we lay. We tumbled every hand on deck instanter, with a shout, And we gave her the maintops'l, and stood by to go about.
Página 78 - They do not sweat and whine about their condition, They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins, They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God, Not one is dissatisfied, not one is demented with the mania of owning things...
Página 33 - Lord, she'll never stand it," our first mate Jackson cried. - .' ..." It's the one way or the other, Mr. Jackson," he replied. She staggered to her bearings, but the sails were new and good, And the ship smelt up to windward just as though she understood.
Página 147 - ... and blackberries From the memories of the bird that chanted to me, From your memories sad brother, from the fitful risings and fallings I heard, From under that yellow half-moon late-risen and swollen as if with tears, From those beginning notes of yearning and love there in the mist, From the thousand responses of my heart never to cease, From the myriad thence-arous'd words, From the word stronger and more delicious than any...