Story, Essay, and Verse: Modern Prose and Poetry Selected from the Atlantic MonthlyCharles Swain Thomas, Harry Gilbert Paul Atlantic Monthly Press, 1921 - 394 pages |
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Aileen Amy Lowell army ants asked Atlantic Monthly Belshazzar Court Bess Bliss Carman Bunner dark dead door dream echo EDITH WYATT Emmeline essay eyes face father Fawdor feel feet felt fire friends gentleman girl hall boys hand head heart hour jaws Jean Jehiel JOHN GALSWORTHY Judge Eldon KATHARINE LEE BATES King Arthur knew laugh learned light listened literature Little Kaintuck lived looked M. A. DEWOLFE Mexican mind morning mother neighbors never night once passed Philip Carew poem poet porringers rain seemed sing smile Smoot soul sound speech spirit Squem stood story strange talk tell ther things thou thought tion told took turned verse voice walked watched whistles bay WILFRID WILSON GIBSON woman words write young youth
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Page 242 - Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife ! To all the sensual world proclaim, One crowded hour of glorious life Is worth an age without a name.
Page 362 - And bade me creep past. No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers The heroes of old, Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears Of pain, darkness and cold. For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave, The black minute's at end, And the elements' rage, the fiend-voices that rave, Shall dwindle, shall blend, Shall change, shall become first a peace out of pain.
Page 4 - Our soul is escaped even as a bird out of the snare of the fowler ; the snare is broken, and we are delivered.
Page 341 - I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less travelled by, And that has made all the difference. —ROBERT FROST Chapter 2 Energy Strategy: The Road Not Taken?
Page 237 - And said, My Lord, if now I have found favour in thy sight, pass not away, I pray thee, from thy servant...
Page 20 - The nations shall rush like the rushing of many waters : but God shall rebuke them, and they shall flee far off, and shall be chased as the chaff of the mountains before the wind, and like a rolling thing before the whirlwind.
Page 361 - FEAR death? — to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face, When the snows begin, and the blasts denote I am nearing the place, The power of the night, the press of the storm, The post of the foe; Where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form, Yet the strong man must go...
Page 247 - This picture, placed these busts between, Gives satire all its strength : Wisdom and Wit are little seen, But Folly at full length.
Page 341 - Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth...
Page 292 - I'll not deny you make A very pretty squirrel track ; Talents differ; all is well and wisely put; If I cannot carry forests on my back, Neither can you crack a nut.