The Younger American Poets

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But when the crisis of the play is reached, when the court is rife with rumors of the Queen’s disloyalty, and Lancelot and Guinevere, under imminent shadow of exposure, meet by...

Poetry grows more and more an intellectual pleasure for the cultured classes, less and less a possession of the people. Elizabethan song was upon the lips of the milkmaids and m...

This is the vision that shall lighten our eyes, quicken our ears, and restore our hope,—the vision which we expect the poet to see and to communicate. He must make the detached...

Thou stranger, Ajax Telamon! What to the loveliest hast thou done, That ne’er with him a maid may run Across the marigolds in spring? (Alas, alas, The one inexorable thing!)

I would I might forget that I am I, And break the heavy chain that binds me fast, Whose links about myself my deeds have cast. What in the body’s tomb doth buried lie Is boundle...

In her third volume, _Marlowe_, a drama, founded upon the life of the lovable but erratic poet and playwright, Miss Peabody essayed an ambitious undertaking, but one which, as l...

And to make the season-cycle complete, and also to show the delicacy of imagination with which Mr. Roberts invests every changing aspect of his well-loved outer world, here are...

My heritage draw I from these—I love tho’ I leave them behind; But shall I not speak for the dumb, and lift up my sight for the blind? I am kin to the least that inhabits the ai...

This, however, is airy imagination as compared with the naturalist fidelity of much of Mr. Cawein’s work in _Weeds by the Wall_, _A Voice on the Wind_, and in _Kentucky Poems_,—...

Whether the purple furrow heaps the bows with dazzling spray, Or buried in green-based masses they dip the storm-swept day, Or the white fog ribbons o’er them, the strong ship h...

These are fine, swinging strophes, proclaiming the modern ideal from Whitman to Kipling that “the song that is fit for men” must have in it some robust timbre, some resonant fib...

The brown earth’s my book, and I ride forth to read it. Good-bye! The stream runneth fast, but my will shall outspeed it. Good-bye! I love thee, dear lass, but I hate the hag So...

We wonder if this can be really the close, Life’s fever cooled by death’s trance; And we cry, though it seem to our dearest of foes, “God give us another chance!”

How we chafed at delay! How we itched to be on! How we yearned for the fray where the battle-reek shone! It was _forward_, not _halt_, stirred the fire in our veins, When our ho...

In the same scene, however, occurs this fine passage, compact of hopelessness, and having in it the whole heart-history of Perth, who speaks it. He is urged by the friar to hast...

This Octave illustrates also what may be made as a general statement regarding its companions in the volume, that while the glamour may not rest equally upon the poems, they do...

CAWEIN, Madison Julius. Born Louisville, Ky., March 23, 1865. Graduated at High School in Louisville, 1886. Since then has confined himself to the writing of verse. Author: Bloo...