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1916 In Poetry Allen Upward Anthology beauty beneath bird blood blue boomlay breast breath bright brother child clouds cold cried dance dark dawn dead dear death door dreams earth Elkin Mathews eyes Ezra Pound face fall fear feet fire flame flowers forever garden Georgian Poetry gold gone grass gray green hair hand hear heard heart heaven HERVEY WHITE hill JOSEPHINE PRESTON PEABODY kiss knew laughing laughter leaves lifted light lips looked lover Macmillan MONTAGNE SAINTE-GENEVIÈVE moon morning never night pale pass play Poems Poetry Poetry Bookshop praise PURPLE WILLOWS RABINDRANATH TAGORE rain RALPH HODGSON rose sang shadows shining silence silver singing sleep smile song sorrow soul stars stone sweet tell thee things thou tree walk watched whisper William Booth wind wings woman wonder yellow YONE NOGUCHI
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Page 285 - Whenever Richard Cory went down town, We people on the pavement looked at him: He was a gentleman from sole to crown, Clean favored, and imperially slim. And he was always quietly arrayed, And he was always human when he talked; But still he fluttered pulses when he said, "Good morning...
Page 183 - Underneath my stiffened gown Is the softness of a woman bathing in a marble basin, A basin in the midst of hedges grown So thick, she cannot see her lover hiding, But she guesses he is near, And the sliding of the water Seems the stroking of a dear Hand upon her.
Page 149 - I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth's sweet flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all day, And lifts her leafy arms to pray; A tree that may in summer wear A nest of robins in her hair; Upon whose bosom snow has lain; Who intimately lives with rain. Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree.
Page 75 - To that voice from the world of men: Stood thronging the faint moon-beams on the dark stair, That goes down to the empty hall, Hearkening in an air stirred and shaken By the lonely Traveller's call.
Page 168 - Fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room, Barrel-house kings, with feet unstable, Sagged and reeled and pounded on the table, Pounded on the table, Beat an empty barrel with the handle of a broom, Hard as they were able, Boom, boom, BOOM, With a silk umbrella and the handle of a broom, Boomlay, boomlay, boomlay, BOOM.
Page 322 - But in contentment I still feel The need of some imperishable bliss." Death is the mother of beauty; hence from her, Alone, shall come fulfilment to our dreams And our desires. Although she strews the leaves...
Page 323 - Supple and turbulent, a ring of men Shall chant in orgy on a summer morn Their boisterous devotion to the sun, Not as a god, but as a god might be, Naked among them, like a savage source.
Page 321 - She hears, upon that water without sound, A voice that cries, "The tomb in Palestine Is not the porch of spirits lingering. It is the grave of Jesus, where he lay.
Page 271 - At sixteen you departed, You went into far Ku-to-yen, by the river of swirling eddies, And you have been gone five months. The monkeys make sorrowful noise overhead.