Quarterly Review: A Journal of University Perspectives, Volume 54Alumni Association of the University of Michigan., 1948 Includes section: "Some Michigan books." |
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... Poems , The , Theodore Roethke , '29 , A.M.'36 , 367 ; Merry Innocents , The , Nolan Miller , g'43 - '44 , 92 ; Michigan and the Cleveland Era , Earl D. Babst , 366 ; Michigan : The Story of the University , Kent Sagendorph , '20 -'21 ...
... Poems , The , Theodore Roethke , '29 , A.M.'36 , 367 ; Merry Innocents , The , Nolan Miller , g'43 - '44 , 92 ; Michigan and the Cleveland Era , Earl D. Babst , 366 ; Michigan : The Story of the University , Kent Sagendorph , '20 -'21 ...
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... poems of Robert Frost . INTERNATIONAL Relations TODAY .Arthur H. Vandenberg The senior Michigan Senator's significant statement on some aspects of our foreign policy as given before a University convocation on November 3 , 1947 ...
... poems of Robert Frost . INTERNATIONAL Relations TODAY .Arthur H. Vandenberg The senior Michigan Senator's significant statement on some aspects of our foreign policy as given before a University convocation on November 3 , 1947 ...
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... poem is from Mr. Madden's manuscript " Bent Blue , " which received a major Hopwood award in last spring's contest . A WOMAN'S MEDICAL TRAINING IN THE EIGHTIES . Dr. Bertha Van Hoosen A chapter from the recently published autobiography ...
... poem is from Mr. Madden's manuscript " Bent Blue , " which received a major Hopwood award in last spring's contest . A WOMAN'S MEDICAL TRAINING IN THE EIGHTIES . Dr. Bertha Van Hoosen A chapter from the recently published autobiography ...
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... Poets , 1922-25 . He is the author of John Brown : The Making of a Martyr ( 1929 ) ; Thirty - six Poems ( 1936 ) ; a ... poem . becomes truly expressive - does the truth have meaning at all . Truths are very cheap and meaningless . But ...
... Poets , 1922-25 . He is the author of John Brown : The Making of a Martyr ( 1929 ) ; Thirty - six Poems ( 1936 ) ; a ... poem . becomes truly expressive - does the truth have meaning at all . Truths are very cheap and meaningless . But ...
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... poem . Now my experience with such people is that very frequently they do not want to enjoy the poem ; they want to enjoy themselves . Such a person is like a big overripe grape , ready to ooze or spurt juice at any pressure or pinprick ...
... poem . Now my experience with such people is that very frequently they do not want to enjoy the poem ; they want to enjoy themselves . Such a person is like a big overripe grape , ready to ooze or spurt juice at any pressure or pinprick ...
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Page 4 - 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. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep...
Page 11 - To the top branches, climbing carefully With the same pains you use to fill a cup Up to the brim, and even above the brim. Then he flung outward, feet first, with a swish, Kicking his way down through the air to the ground. So was I once myself a swinger of birches. And so I dream of going back to be.
Page 6 - Thrush music — hark! Now if it was dusk outside, Inside it was dark. Too dark in the woods for a bird By sleight of wing To better its perch for the night, Though it still could sing. The last of the light of the sun That had died in the west Still lived for one song more In a thrush's breast. Far in the pillared dark Thrush music went — Almost like a call to come in To the dark and lament.
Page 221 - During the period of occupation Germany shall be treated as a single economic unit. To this end common policies shall be established in regard to : (a) mining and industrial production and...
Page 133 - The Lord bless thee, and keep thee : the Lord make his face shine upon thee, and be gracious unto thee : the Lord lift up his countenance upon thee, and give thee peace.
Page 10 - But yield who will to their separation, My object in living is to unite My avocation and my vocation As my two eyes make one in sight. Only where love and need are one, And the work is play for mortal stakes, Is the deed ever really done For Heaven and the future's sakes.
Page 11 - I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree, And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more, But dipped its top and set me down again.
Page 9 - ... Of apple-picking: I am overtired Of the great harvest I myself desired. There were ten thousand thousand fruit to touch, Cherish in hand, lift down, and not let fall. For all That struck the earth, No matter if not bruised or spiked with stubble, Went surely to the cider-apple heap As of no worth. One can see what will trouble This sleep of mine, whatever sleep it is.
Page 180 - Ah, love, let us be true To one another! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain; And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night.
Page 7 - My long two,pointed ladder's sticking through a tree Toward heaven still. And there's a barrel that I didn't fill Beside it. and there may be two or three Apples I didn't pick upon some bough. But I am done with apple,picking now. Essence of winter sleep is on the night. The scent of apples: I am drowsing off.