Poets of America, 1 tomasHoughton, Mifflin, 1885 - 516 psl. |
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... equal importance with that devoted to the earlier or contemporary verse of the mother - land . Suggestion The reader , then , will do well to bear with the de- tails of a prefatory analysis , though they lack that in- terest which ...
... equal importance with that devoted to the earlier or contemporary verse of the mother - land . Suggestion The reader , then , will do well to bear with the de- tails of a prefatory analysis , though they lack that in- terest which ...
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... notes are rich with feeling . The sweet and direct method of The King's Bell placed him high in the ranks of writers of narrative verse . Among poets - SAXE . LELAND . - - BUTLER . 59 equal 58 GROWTH OF THE AMERICAN SCHOOL .
... notes are rich with feeling . The sweet and direct method of The King's Bell placed him high in the ranks of writers of narrative verse . Among poets - SAXE . LELAND . - - BUTLER . 59 equal 58 GROWTH OF THE AMERICAN SCHOOL .
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Edmund Clarence Stedman. SAXE . LELAND . - - BUTLER . 59 equal to him in years , he is , perhaps , the foremost of the artistic or cosmopolitan group . in- satire and Jeux- Leland : Fields : If I cared to give , in detail , various by ...
Edmund Clarence Stedman. SAXE . LELAND . - - BUTLER . 59 equal to him in years , he is , perhaps , the foremost of the artistic or cosmopolitan group . in- satire and Jeux- Leland : Fields : If I cared to give , in detail , various by ...
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... equal to those of his youthful prime ; yet , if I remember rightly , there was Poems , " little sale for it , and the chief profit which the poet and 1864 . and Other Poems , " Fountain , 1842 . " The footed Deer , " etc. , 1847 , 1858 ...
... equal to those of his youthful prime ; yet , if I remember rightly , there was Poems , " little sale for it , and the chief profit which the poet and 1864 . and Other Poems , " Fountain , 1842 . " The footed Deer , " etc. , 1847 , 1858 ...
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... equal or still higher plane of feeling , " Thanatopsis , " the " Hymn to Death , " " Earth , " " An Evening Revery , " " The Antiquity of Freedom , " and one of his latest and longest , " The Flood of Years . " Yet , in both his ...
... equal or still higher plane of feeling , " Thanatopsis , " the " Hymn to Death , " " Earth , " " An Evening Revery , " " The Antiquity of Freedom , " and one of his latest and longest , " The Flood of Years . " Yet , in both his ...
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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.
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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.
81 psl. - Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there; And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone.
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.
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319 psl. - T is the spring's largess, which she scatters now To rich and poor alike, with lavish hand, Though most hearts never understand To take it at God's value, but pass by The offered wealth with unrewarded eye. " Thou art my tropics and mine Italy ; To look at thee unlocks a warmer clime ; The eyes thou givest me Are in the heart, and heed not space or time : Not in mid June the golden-cuirassed bee Feels a more summer-like, warm ravishment In the white lily's breezy tent, His conquered Sybaris, than...
186 psl. - Look not mournfully into the Past. It comes not back again. Wisely improve the Present. It is thine. Go forth to meet the shadowy Future, without fear, and with a manly heart.