The Home Book of Modern Verse: An Extension of The Home Book of Verse; Being a Selection from American and English Poetry of the Twentieth CenturyBurton Egbert Stevenson |
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Common terms and phrases
Alfred Kreymborg beauty beneath bird blow blue breast breath bright burning Carolyn Davies dance dark dawn dead dear death deep door dream dusk dust earth Elinor Wylie eyes face feet fire flame flowers G. K. Chesterton garden gold golden gone grass gray green hair hand hear heard heart heaven hill J. C. Squire Joe Tinker John John Hall Wheelock King kiss knew laugh Leonora Speyer light lips live Lizette Woodworth Reese lonely look Louis Untermeyer lover Margaret Widdemer moon morning never night pain pass poems rain road rose Sara Teasdale shadows shining silence silver sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spring stars strange sweet tears tell things thou thought tree turn voice walk watch wild William Rose Benét wind wings wonder young youth
Popular passages
Page 313 - Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep...
Page 503 - If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl, And turning toward the window, should say: "That is not it at all, That is not what I meant, at all.
Page 501 - And indeed there will be time To wonder, "Do I dare?" and, "Do I dare?" Time to turn back and descend the stair, With a bald spot in the middle of my hair...
Page 341 - Tall Nettles TALL nettles cover up, as they have done These many springs, the rusty harrow, the plough Long worn out, and the roller made of stone : Only the elm butt tops the nettles now. This corner of the farmyard I like most : As well as any bloom upon a flower I like the dust on the nettles, never lost Except to prove the sweetness of a shower.
Page 360 - BEAUTIFUL must be the mountains whence ye come, And bright in the fruitful valleys the streams, wherefrom Ye learn your song: Where are those starry woods? O might I wander there, Among the flowers, which in that heavenly air Bloom the year long!
Page 568 - America! America! God shed his grace on thee And crown thy good with brotherhood From sea to shining sea! O beautiful for pilgrim feet, Whose stern, impassioned stress A thoroughfare for freedom beat Across the wilderness! America ! America ! God mend thine every flaw, Confirm thy soul in self-control, Thy liberty in law...
Page 683 - Kismet'; it is he that knows not Fate; It is Richard, it is Raymond, it is Godfrey in the gate! It is he whose loss is laughter when he counts the wager worth. Put down your feet upon him, that our peace be on the earth.
Page 61 - TO EARTHWARD Love at the lips was touch As sweet as I could bear; And once that seemed too much; I lived on air That crossed me from sweet things The flow of - was it musk From hidden grapevine springs Down hill at dusk? I had the swirl and ache From sprays of honeysuckle That when they're gathered shake Dew on the knuckle. I craved strong sweets, but those Seemed strong when I was young; The petal of the rose It was that stung.
Page 315 - And not one but hung limp, not one was left For him to conquer. He learned all there was To learn about not launching out too soon And so not carrying the tree away Clear to the ground. He always kept his poise To the top branches, climbing carefully With the same pains you use to fill a cup Up to the brim, and even above the brim.
Page 613 - Hog Butcher for the World, Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat, Player with Railroads and the Nation's Freight Handler; Stormy, husky, brawling, City of the Big Shoulders: They tell me you are wicked, and I believe them; for I have seen your painted women under the gas lamps luring the farm boys.