The Poets of the Future: A College AnthologyHenry Thomas Stratford Company, 1921 |
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Pàgina 30
... Silver the fields with light , Gleam brightly . Touch thou the murmuring stream ; O'er it with golden gleam Play lightly , lightly . Night Stanford University WARREN FREDERIC LEWIS Night is but a [ 30 ] THE POETS OF THE FUTURE.
... Silver the fields with light , Gleam brightly . Touch thou the murmuring stream ; O'er it with golden gleam Play lightly , lightly . Night Stanford University WARREN FREDERIC LEWIS Night is but a [ 30 ] THE POETS OF THE FUTURE.
Pàgina 39
... thou wast not meant to be a time Of godlessness and sin ; a passive bride To leering , drunken Lust ; a cloak to hide The darker deeds of Wantonness and Crime : Thine is a nobler mission , more sublime Than even that of sun - kissed day ...
... thou wast not meant to be a time Of godlessness and sin ; a passive bride To leering , drunken Lust ; a cloak to hide The darker deeds of Wantonness and Crime : Thine is a nobler mission , more sublime Than even that of sun - kissed day ...
Pàgina 156
... THOU canst create within us for thou art so boundless in the Cosmic Sea . . . and yet , we may know that thou are there — yea , small or great to these our finite senses ! Within our feeble , futile Intellect thou hast kindled the ...
... THOU canst create within us for thou art so boundless in the Cosmic Sea . . . and yet , we may know that thou are there — yea , small or great to these our finite senses ! Within our feeble , futile Intellect thou hast kindled the ...
Pàgina 157
... thou THOU art beyond the mortal sphere , O Star ! May we call thee " Father " among the throb- bing suns Celestial ? But O Betelgeuse ! For- give our Mind's infirmities ! GENE DONALD The Trysting Princeton University The Gray Ghost ...
... thou THOU art beyond the mortal sphere , O Star ! May we call thee " Father " among the throb- bing suns Celestial ? But O Betelgeuse ! For- give our Mind's infirmities ! GENE DONALD The Trysting Princeton University The Gray Ghost ...
Pàgina 162
... Thou didst fortell the Master's glorious plays , Yet for thine own worth , too , men read thee From now . dawn of Thou wert the Day Star in the fore - spent night whence burst forth the Shakespeare's days - Aye , mighty Shakespeare's ...
... Thou didst fortell the Master's glorious plays , Yet for thine own worth , too , men read thee From now . dawn of Thou wert the Day Star in the fore - spent night whence burst forth the Shakespeare's days - Aye , mighty Shakespeare's ...
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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...