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Page 484
... feel the roots of each earth - cry Tear me apart . These are the creakings of the dusty day When the dog Night bites sharp , These fingers grip my soul and tear away And pluck me like a harp . I feel the huge sphere turn , the great ...
... feel the roots of each earth - cry Tear me apart . These are the creakings of the dusty day When the dog Night bites sharp , These fingers grip my soul and tear away And pluck me like a harp . I feel the huge sphere turn , the great ...
Page 491
... feel the always coming on The always rising of the night To feel creep up the curving east The earthy chill of dusk and slow Upon those under lands the vast And everclimbing shadow grow And strange at Ecbatan the trees Take leaf by leaf ...
... feel the always coming on The always rising of the night To feel creep up the curving east The earthy chill of dusk and slow Upon those under lands the vast And everclimbing shadow grow And strange at Ecbatan the trees Take leaf by leaf ...
Page 650
... feel . . . chill . . . creep up . . . and . . shadow grow . . . and . . . trees take leaf by leaf the even- ing . . . ( to feel ) . . . the mountains . . . change . . . and Baghdad darken . . and Spain go under . . . " This linked ...
... feel . . . chill . . . creep up . . . and . . shadow grow . . . and . . . trees take leaf by leaf the even- ing . . . ( to feel ) . . . the mountains . . . change . . . and Baghdad darken . . and Spain go under . . . " This linked ...
Contents
The Art of Reading Poetry 383 | 383 |
Versification 638 | 391 |
Transition to Poetry | 392 |
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A. E. HOUSMAN ANDREW MARVELL beauty birds boughs bright brown clouds cold cried dark dead death doth dream e. e. cummings earth elegy Euroclydon eyes fair fall fear feel fire flowers Goddamm gone grass green Gwendolyn Brooks hair hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven hill king Lady Langston Hughes leaves light live lonely lonnë look LOUIS MACNEICE Lycidas meaning mind Miniver moon morning mountains never night pale Patrick Spence poem poet poetry praise Prufrock rhyme round sang sigh silent sing sleep Slim snow song SONNET Sonnet 23 soul sound stanza stars sweet T. E. HULME T. S. Eliot tell thee things thou thought tree turn verse voice W. H. AUDEN walk weep WILLIAM WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS wind wings word Yeats young