The Real and Ideal in LiteratureJ.G. Cupples Company, 1892 - 223 psl. |
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American appear architecture Aristotle artist beauty become better Boston Byron Cæsar called century character Christian civilization classic considered critic divine doubt Emerson English equal Eschylus excellence eyes feeling fiction Fred friends genius George Eliot German Goethe Goethe's Greek Hegel Herman Grimm heroes Homer humor idols imitative interesting Julius Cæsar knew language literature live logic Loring manner matter Matthew Arnold mental Michel Angelo Middlemarch mind minor premise modern Molière Müller nation never novel origin painting perfect person philosophical Pigeon Cove Plato play poem poet poetic poetry political possess Prof prose race Raphael Raphael Sanzio real and ideal realistic reason religious remarkable respect romantic says sculpture seems sense Shakespeare Sistine Madonna soul speech spirit style syllogism Thackeray things thought tion Titmouse Troilus and Cressida true truth verse Whitney words writer written young Zeus
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184 psl. - As the bird trims her to the gale, I trim myself to the storm of time, I man the rudder, reef the sail, Obey the voice at eve obeyed at prime: 'Lowly faithful, banish fear, Right onward drive unharmed; The port, well worth the cruise, is near, And every wave is charmed.
169 psl. - Such and so grew these holy piles, Whilst love and terror laid the tiles. Earth proudly wears the Parthenon, As the best gem upon her zone...
154 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 buildcd better than he knew; The conscious stone to beauty grew.
169 psl. - These temples grew as grows the grass; Art might obey, but not surpass. The passive Master lent his hand To the vast soul that o'er him planned ; And the same power that reared the shrine Bestrode the tribes that knelt within.
173 psl. - Wise harbinger of spheres and tides, A lover true, who knew by heart Each joy the mountain dales impart; It seemed that Nature could not raise A plant in any secret place, In quaking bog, on snowy hill, Beneath the grass that shades the rill, Under the snow, between the rocks, In damp fields known to bird and fox. But he would come in the very hour It opened in its virgin bower, As if a sunbeam showed the place, And tell its long-descended race.
163 psl. - So nigh is grandeur to our dust, So near is God to man, When Duty whispers low, Thou must, The youth replies, I can.
173 psl. - He is great who can live by me: The rough and bearded forester Is better than the lord; God fills the scrip and canister, Sin piles the loaded board. The lord is the peasant that was, The peasant the lord that shall be; The lord is hay, the peasant grass, One dry, and one the living tree.
174 psl. - He is the axis of the star; He is the sparkle of the spar; He is the heart of every creature; He is the meaning of each feature; And his mind is the sky Than all it holds more deep, more high.
165 psl. - The moss upon the forest bark Was pole-star when the night was dark; The purple berries in the wood Supplied me necessary food; For Nature ever faithful is To such as trust her faithfulness. When the forest shall mislead me, When the night and morning lie, When sea and land refuse to feed me...
164 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.