Poets of AmericaHoughton Mifflin, 1885 - 516 psl. |
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... the national ennui does not prevail ; the sentiment and instinct of the people , if limited , are clearly understood , and have been fairly expressed in poetry and prose romance . The new Ameri- canism . Republi- canism in these re-
... the national ennui does not prevail ; the sentiment and instinct of the people , if limited , are clearly understood , and have been fairly expressed in poetry and prose romance . The new Ameri- canism . Republi- canism in these re-
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... prose , so much more indigenous than the work of the Neo - Romantic English school , and presenting so fresh a contrast to the poetry and prose of our early peri- ods ; finally , in the greater value set upon our home- workers , upon ...
... prose , so much more indigenous than the work of the Neo - Romantic English school , and presenting so fresh a contrast to the poetry and prose of our early peri- ods ; finally , in the greater value set upon our home- workers , upon ...
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... at once , or by turns , to our theological , political , and educational achievements in prose , and - Harper's Mag . , 1876 . Authori- ties . Prof. Moses Coit Tyler's re- view of CHAPTER II GROWTH OF THE AMERICAN SCHOOL I.
... at once , or by turns , to our theological , political , and educational achievements in prose , and - Harper's Mag . , 1876 . Authori- ties . Prof. Moses Coit Tyler's re- view of CHAPTER II GROWTH OF THE AMERICAN SCHOOL I.
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... prose and verse were that , while the former might be dull , the latter must be , and must pay a stilted regard to measure and rhyme . How hard for our amiable his- torian to make poetical finds that can lighten the pages of his record ...
... prose and verse were that , while the former might be dull , the latter must be , and must pay a stilted regard to measure and rhyme . How hard for our amiable his- torian to make poetical finds that can lighten the pages of his record ...
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... prose - romancers , Cooper Cooper and and Irving , and their success with home themes , were gratifying to the local and national pride , and en- couraged at the time , as far as literature was con- cerned , a broader American sentiment ...
... prose - romancers , Cooper Cooper and and Irving , and their success with home themes , were gratifying to the local and national pride , and en- couraged at the time , as far as literature was con- cerned , a broader American sentiment ...
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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.