Poets of AmericaHoughton Mifflin, 1885 - 516 psl. |
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... this and avow it . To what 1xtent the But , while the lyrical songster need not cast about for a subject , and does not even look into his heart PRIMITIVE ABSENCE OF THEME . to write , - - 18 EARLY AND RECENT CONDITIONS .
... this and avow it . To what 1xtent the But , while the lyrical songster need not cast about for a subject , and does not even look into his heart PRIMITIVE ABSENCE OF THEME . to write , - - 18 EARLY AND RECENT CONDITIONS .
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... heart has already moved him , the ambitious poet is best equipped for a larger ef- fort by some adequate theme awaiting his hand . The moment arrives when poets of the upper cast desire to forego their studies and brief lyrical flights ...
... heart has already moved him , the ambitious poet is best equipped for a larger ef- fort by some adequate theme awaiting his hand . The moment arrives when poets of the upper cast desire to forego their studies and brief lyrical flights ...
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... heart and thought for his nobler calling . Now , when an organized movement at last seems under way to- ward copyright reform , it still is so hampered with reservations and class - interests that many ask whether it were not better to ...
... heart and thought for his nobler calling . Now , when an organized movement at last seems under way to- ward copyright reform , it still is so hampered with reservations and class - interests that many ask whether it were not better to ...
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... heart and culture who control them are generously atoning for it . We see them leaders in artistic and literary movements , the friends of authors and artists , receiving for their public and private humanities our warmest tributes of ...
... heart and culture who control them are generously atoning for it . We see them leaders in artistic and literary movements , the friends of authors and artists , receiving for their public and private humanities our warmest tributes of ...
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... heart , and made ventures in behalf of our own literature . Journalism also lent its aid , paying critical attention to native authors , and en- abling not a few of them to gain a foothold by labor upon the great newspapers and ...
... heart , and made ventures in behalf of our own literature . Journalism also lent its aid , paying critical attention to native authors , and en- abling not a few of them to gain a foothold by labor upon the great newspapers and ...
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American anapestic artist ballads bard Bayard Taylor beauty blank-verse Bryant cæsura charm critical Deukalion didacticism distinct Divine Comedy dramatic early effort Emerson England English essays expression fancy feeling genius gift Goethe hand heart hexameter Holmes humor ideal idyl imagination instinct intellectual kind labor land learned Leaves of Grass less letters literary literature Longfellow Lowell Lowell's Margaret Fuller master measure melody ment method metrical modern mood muse native nature never original passion pieces Poe's poems poet poet's poetic poetry prose Puritan Quaker reader rhyme rience romance scarcely seemed sense sentiment song soul spirit stanzas style sure sweet taste Taylor Tennyson Thanatopsis theme Theocritus things thou thought tion torian touch traits translation true truth ture Ulalume verse voice Walt Whitman Whitman Whittier writers written youth
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388 psl. - THERE was a child went forth every day, And the first object he look'd upon, that object he became, And that object became part of him for the day or a certain part of the day, Or for many years or stretching cycles of years.
355 psl. - I CELEBRATE myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
162 psl. - The hand that rounded Peter's dome And groined the aisles of Christian Rome Wrought in a sad sincerity; Himself from God he could not free; He builded better than he knew; The conscious stone to beauty grew.
243 psl. - But lo, a stir is in the air! The wave there is a movement there! As if the towers had thrust aside, In slightly sinking, the dull tide As if their tops had feebly given A void within the filmy Heaven. The waves have now a redder glow The hours are breathing faint and low And when, amid no earthly moans, Down, down that town shall settle hence, Hell, rising from a thousand thrones, Shall do it reverence.
167 psl. - Daughters of Time, the hypocritic Days, Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes, And marching single in an endless file. Bring diadems and fagots in their hands. To each they offer gifts after his will. Bread, kingdoms, stars, and sky that holds them all.
118 psl. - A hard, dull bitterness of cold, That checked, mid-vein, the circling race Of life-blood in the sharpened face, The coming of the snow-storm told. The wind blew east ; we heard the roar Of Ocean on his wintry shore, And felt the strong pulse throbbing there Beat with low rhythm our inland air.
247 psl. - Banners yellow, glorious, golden, On its roof did float and flow (This all this was in the olden Time long ago) And every gentle air that dallied, In that sweet day, Along the ramparts plumed and pallid, A winged odor went away.
243 psl. - Lo! Death has reared himself a throne In a strange city lying alone Far down within the dim West, Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best Have gone to their eternal rest. There shrines and palaces and towers (Time-eaten towers that tremble not!) Resemble nothing that is ours. Around, by lifting winds forgot, Resignedly beneath the sky The melancholy waters lie.
167 psl. - DAUGHTERS of Time, the hypocritic Days, Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes, And marching single in an endless file, Bring diadems and fagots in their hands. To each they offer gifts after his will, Bread, kingdoms, stars, and sky that holds them all. I, in my pleached garden, watched the pomp, Forgot my morning wishes, hastily Took a few herbs and apples, and the Day Turned and departed silent. I, too late, Under her solemn fillet saw the scorn.
152 psl. - For Nature beats in perfect tune, And rounds with rhyme her every rune, Whether she work in land or sea, Or hide underground her alchemy. Thou canst not wave thy staff in air, Or dip thy paddle in the lake, But it carves the bow of beauty there, And the ripples in rhymes the oar forsake.