Anthology of Magazine Verse for 1914

I have surged with the morning throng down the gulf of the Great White Way That gashes thy granite length from the towers of sleep to the Bay When the West rolls in with a rush...

There was before us on the ground, Eyes upon us, not a sound, Sat a neighbor’s truant child of seven years; Her lap was full of sunny gold, But her eyes in the sun, her eyes wer...

Within the Jersey City shed The engine coughs and shakes its head. The smoke, a plume of red and white, Waves madly in the face of night. And now the grave, incurious stars Glea...

O God, she did not know!--Yet future sorrow Seemed somehow paid for by this instant bliss, A brief to-day was worth a long to-morrow; O youth, O night,--this joy she dared not m...

* _Aroun’ the Boreens: A Little Book of Celtic Verse. By Agnes I. Hanrahan._ (Badger: $1.00 net.) A slight volume of Irish songs equal to the very best by Eva Gore-Booth or Mrs....

Here in the lonely chapel I will wait, Here will I rest, if any rest may be; So fair the day is, and the hour so late, I shall have few to share the blessed calm with me. Calm a...

As in former years in my annual summary in the _Boston Transcript_, I have examined the contents of the leading American magazines. To the seven magazines which I examined last...

Oh calling, and calling, at the rising of the sun, Hark the bugle clearly singing with the swallows widely winging In the morning just begun. “You are going to the flowing of th...

The leaves of Autumn and the buds of Spring Meet and commingle on our winding way-- And we, who glide into the heart of May, Sense in our souls a sudden quivering. What though t...

Loyalty. Edith Hulbert Hamilton. The Hunting of Astarte. George Sterling. New Songs of Sappho: The Rebuke. The Friend at Sardis. Lassitude. Ablution. John Myers O’Hara. An Angel...

_Eris: A Dramatic Allegory. By Blanche Shoemaker Wagstaff._ (Moffat, Yard, and Co.: $1.00 net.) A short dramatic allegory in which the elements of poetry are present, but which...

Above the ships, enormous from the lake, Rises a wraith--a phantom dim and gory, Lifting her wondrous limbs of smoke and glory; And little children quake And lordly nations bow...

The modern idea seems to be that poetry has no relation to life. Life in the modern sense is action, progress, success. Poetry has been conceded special themes: it can deal with...

[1] In the naval battle of Plattsburgh the American commander “Macdonough himself worked like a common sailor, in pointing and handling a favorite gun. While bending over to sig...