The Poets of the Future: A College Anthology for ...

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Stratford, 1921

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Pàgina 146 - Yes, we'll gather at the river, The beautiful, the beautiful river — Gather with the saints at the river That flows by the throne of God.
Pàgina 36 - Barefoot in the pasture smelling sweet of fern and rose! Oh, night was running with me, Tame folk were all in bed — And the moon was just showing her wild gold head! But before I reached the hilltop where the bramble-trees are tall, I looked to see my lady moon — she wasn't there at all! — Not sitting on the hilltop, Nor slipping through the air, Nor hanging in the brambles by her bright gold hair ! I walked slowly down the pasture and slowly up the hill, Wondering and wondering, and very,...
Pàgina 35 - ... bramble trees her round gold head. I didn't stop for stocking, I didn't stop for shoe, But went running out to meet her — oh, the night was blue! Barefoot down the hill road, dust beneath my toes; Barefoot in the pasture smelling sweet of fern and rose! Oh, night was running with me, Tame folk were all in bed — And the moon was just showing her wild gold head. But before I reached the hilltop where the bramble trees are tall, I looked to see my lady moon — she wasn't there at all! — Not...
Pàgina 35 - Poking through the bramble-trees her round gold head. I didn't stop for stocking, I didn't stop for shoe, But went running out to meet her — oh, the night was blue ! Barefoot down the hill road, dust beneath my toes; Barefoot in the pasture smelling sweet of fern and rose! Oh, night was running with me, Tame folk...
Pàgina 96 - You ask me why I love you, sweet? What makes me worship at your feet? Then tell me why this hawthorn tree Produced the blossoms that you see; And tell me why these thrushes here Are making music for your ear; You tell me why the sky is blue — And then, perhaps, I'll answer you.
Pàgina 25 - ... hills — Faced with fearlessness the high flung breeze That tears the petalled gold of daffodils. But now that spring has swept her hearthstone clean And lighted fires of youth and life and play — I turn away with strange doubt, unforeseen, For world, you are too beautiful today. The pale robed dawn too quickly came this morn. With startled eyes new blossoms woke to view Their own reflected loveliness, or scorn The clear, bright mirror of the heaven's blue. Let me not stir — lest the slight...
Pàgina 195 - I ALWAYS hated little things, And that is why, Fate laughs, and in her humor brings A little sky. I always hated pale, wan light So she must place This faded, limpid moon each night Before my face. You see, my friend, these iron bars ? I hated these. I loved the freedom of the stars, The winds, the seas. But God tries to alleviate And sympathize, And so he has, to trick old Fate, Put out my eyes. MAXWELL E. FOSTER The Benevolent Hypocrite IT was really very careless of Jim to die as he did, and surprisingly...
Pàgina 171 - I hold in my palm a small ruby. It is composed of myriad atoms. Each of these is infinitesimal. But, may it not be merely the sum of other particles, which are in turn composed of atoms yet more minute? And may there not be on the smallest, beasts, plants, and men?
Pàgina 25 - I HAVE grown strong with walking 'neath tall trees, Endurance learned from patient gray rocked hills — Faced with fearlessness the high flung breeze That tears the petalled gold of daffodils. But now that spring has swept her hearthstone clean And lighted fires of youth and life and play — I turn away with strange doubt, unforeseen, For world, you are too beautiful today. The pale robed dawn too quickly came this morn. With startled eyes new blossoms woke to view Their own reflected loveliness,...
Pàgina 82 - So he forgot that scar on blackening scar Followed the fire now in desolate Troy; Forgot the sky was rusty cinnabar Where smoke half blotted out the flame. Just joy, As of a lover returning to his own, Filled his king's heart ; no baser thought to annoy, No penitence for the pestilence he had strown For just this moment — never dreamed like this ! His lightest act he never would disown. And yet it never should have been like this I He knew it, how he knew it in his heart ! There should have been...

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