Poets of AmericaHoughton Mifflin, 1885 - 516 psl. |
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... 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 , and to produce the composite and heroic ...
... 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 , and to produce the composite and heroic ...
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Edmund Clarence Stedman. Poets of and cosmo- politan type . Index . ) the duty of reading their works . Bryant came to be her most honored citizen , and for some years was a kind of literary Doge ; his city knew that he was a poet , for ...
Edmund Clarence Stedman. Poets of and cosmo- politan type . Index . ) the duty of reading their works . Bryant came to be her most honored citizen , and for some years was a kind of literary Doge ; his city knew that he was a poet , for ...
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... poets , becomes with him an excellence , and old forms and accents are rehandled and charged with life anew . It is to be regretted that Dr. Parsons has not used his gift more freely . He has been a poet for poets , rather than for the ...
... poets , becomes with him an excellence , and old forms and accents are rehandled and charged with life anew . It is to be regretted that Dr. Parsons has not used his gift more freely . He has been a poet for poets , rather than for the ...
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... poet , their author . His minor pieces are of uneven quality , some of them thoroughly na- tional and spirited . Such lyrics as " On Board the Boker's Cumberland , " " A Ballad of Sir John Franklin , " and lyrics . the " Dirge for a ...
... poet , their author . His minor pieces are of uneven quality , some of them thoroughly na- tional and spirited . Such lyrics as " On Board the Boker's Cumberland , " " A Ballad of Sir John Franklin , " and lyrics . the " Dirge for a ...
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... poet . This last quality pervades his ambitious pieces , and at times breaks out suddenly in the minor verse through which he is best known . The exigencies of his profession have too constantly drawn upon his re- sources ; the bulk of ...
... poet . This last quality pervades his ambitious pieces , and at times breaks out suddenly in the minor verse through which he is best known . The exigencies of his profession have too constantly drawn upon his re- sources ; the bulk of ...
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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.