Poets of AmericaE.P. Dutton & Company, 1925 - 392 pages |
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Page 157 - 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.
Page 39 - Smile O voluptuous cool-breath'd earth ! Earth of the slumbering and liquid trees ! Earth of departed sunset — earth of the mountains misty-topt ! Earth of the vitreous pour of the full moon just tinged with blue ! Earth of shine and dark mottling the tide of the river ! Earth of the limpid gray of clouds brighter and clearer for my sake ! Far-swooping elbow'd earth — rich apple-blossom'd earth ! Smile, for your lover comes.
Page 151 - Before I built a wall I'd ask to know What I was walling in or walling out, And to whom I was like to give offence. Something there is that doesn't love a wall, That wants it down!
Page 150 - Something there is that doesn't love a wall, That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it, And spills the upper boulders in the sun; And makes gaps even two can pass abreast. The work of hunters is another thing: I have come after them and made repair Where they have left not one stone on a stone, But they would have the rabbit out of hiding, To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean, No one has seen them made or heard them made, But at spring mending-time we find them there. I let my...
Page 307 - Bitten by flies, fought. My house is a decayed house, And the Jew squats on the window sill, the owner, Spawned in some estaminet of Antwerp, Blistered in Brussels, patched and peeled in London.
Page 23 - Mimes, in the form of God on high, Mutter and mumble low, And hither and thither fly ; Mere puppets they, who come and go At bidding of vast formless things That shift the scenery to and fro, Flapping from out their condor wings Invisible Woe.
Page 22 - On seas less hideously serene. But lo, a stir is in the air! The wave— there is a movement there! As if the towers had thrust aside, In slightly sinking, the dull tide— As if their tops had feebly given A void within the filmy Heaven.
Page 40 - Shine ! shine ! shine ! Pour down your warmth, great sun ! While we bask, we two together. Two together ! Winds blow south, or winds blow north, Day come white, or night come black, Home, or rivers and mountains from home, > Singing all time, minding no time, While we two keep together.
Page 86 - Landlords' turn the drunken Bee Out of the Foxglove's door When Butterflies - renounce their 'drams' I shall but drink the more! Till Seraphs swing their snowy Hats And Saints - to windows run To see the little...
Page 21 - On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs, have brought me home To the Glory that was Greece And the grandeur that was Rome.