High Tide: Songs of Joy and Vision from the Present-day Poets of America and Great BritainHoughton Mifflin Company, 1921 - 205 oldal |
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Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
Alfred Noyes Anna Hempstead Branch awake beauty bird blossom blue breast breath bright buds Cale Young Rice choose your road Clinton Scollard clouds Corinne Roosevelt Robinson dark dawn dear deep dreams earth Edwin Markham eternal eyes feet Florence Earle Coates flowers Fragoletta Frank Dempster Sherman Garden glad glory golden gray green Gypsy-heart hand hear heart Heaven hill John Masefield Josephine Preston Peabody Joyce Kilmer kiss laughed lavender Leetle Bateese Leetle Lac Grenier li'l light little red lark live love's Madison Cawein Messrs Moira O'Neill morning never night o'er Old Young peace Poems poetry prayer rain Richard Le Gallienne Robert rose shadow shine sing skies sleep smile snow song somewhere soul Spring stars sweet is Tipperary thee things Thomas Thou thought to-day tree voice W. M. Letts wait weary wind wings wonder word Young Old
Népszerű szakaszok
98. oldal - A fire-mist and a planet, A crystal and a cell, A jellyfish and a saurian, And caves where the cavemen dwell; Then a sense of law and beauty And a face turned from the clod — Some call it Evolution, And others call it God.
196. oldal - gainst time or fate, For lo ! my own shall come to me. I stay my haste, I make delays, For what avails this eager pace ? I stand amid the eternal ways. And what is mine shall know my face.
181. oldal - And in the sweetest passage of a song. Oh, just beyond the fairest thoughts that throng This breast, the thought of thee waits, hidden yet bright; But it must never, never come in sight; I must stop short of thee the whole day long.
194. oldal - Let me live in a house by the side of the road, Where the race of men go by, The men who are good and the men who are bad, As good and as bad as I. I would not sit in the scorner's seat, Or hurl the cynic's ban; Let me live in a house by the side of the road And be a friend to man.
49. oldal - THERE is a destiny that makes us brothers: None goes his way alone: All that we send into the lives of others Comes back into our own.
66. oldal - As where some flower lay withering on the ground. And then he flew as far as eye could see, And then on tremulous wing came back to me. I thought of questions that have no reply, And would have turned to toss the grass to dry; But he turned first, and led my eye to look At a tall tuft of flowers beside a brook, A leaping tongue of bloom the scythe had spared Beside a reedy brook the scythe had bared.
112. oldal - LET me but do my work from day to day, In field or forest, at the desk or loom, In roaring market-place or tranquil room; Let me but find it in my heart to say, When vagrant wishes beckon me astray, "This is my work; my blessing, not my doom; Of all who live, I am the one by whom This work can best be done in the right way.
158. oldal - 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...
179. oldal - Give me the strength never to disown the poor or bend my knees before insolent might. Give me the strength to raise my mind high above daily trifles. And give me the strength to surrender my strength to thy will with love.
132. oldal - O heart, awake! She too that loveth awaketh and hopes for thee; Her eyes already have sped the shades that flee, Already they watch the path thy feet shall take: Awake, O heart, to be loved, awake, awake! And if thou tarry from her, — if this could be, — She cometh herself, O heart, to be loved, to thee; For thee would unashamed herself forsake: Awake to be loved, my heart, awake, awake! Awake! the land is scattered with light, and see, Uncanopied sleep is flying from field and tree: And blossoming...