Poets of America, 1 tomasHoughton, Mifflin, 1885 - 516 psl. |
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... kind , " affection , reverence , national feel- ing , or some less worthy emotion , might be thought to prevent an American from writing without prejudice " of the poets of his own country . Certainly he could at- tempt this more ...
... kind , " affection , reverence , national feel- ing , or some less worthy emotion , might be thought to prevent an American from writing without prejudice " of the poets of his own country . Certainly he could at- tempt this more ...
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... kind of object - lessons ; by criticism of a new series of poets , employing the same tongue , but varying in genius and temperament , and influenced by the con- ditions of a distinct environment . The tenor of the original discussion ...
... kind of object - lessons ; by criticism of a new series of poets , employing the same tongue , but varying in genius and temperament , and influenced by the con- ditions of a distinct environment . The tenor of the original discussion ...
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... kind that I shall publish , I have had my share of the ills from which none are quite exempt . It has been de- layed by the rarity of intervals at which I could devote a wholesome energy to its completion , and feel assured that it ...
... kind that I shall publish , I have had my share of the ills from which none are quite exempt . It has been de- layed by the rarity of intervals at which I could devote a wholesome energy to its completion , and feel assured that it ...
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... kind is the verse that was produced ? Does it move us ? Is it poetry ? However fine the cast of individuals , the effect of a perpetual contest with the elemental , often sinister , always gigantic forces of a new continent would be so ...
... kind is the verse that was produced ? Does it move us ? Is it poetry ? However fine the cast of individuals , the effect of a perpetual contest with the elemental , often sinister , always gigantic forces of a new continent would be so ...
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... kind , and in our liberal regions the sense of utility was not the sole controlling power . There was a wide man- ifestation of that which bears to pure ideality an in- ferior relationship . Our system diffused the intelli- gence which ...
... kind , and in our liberal regions the sense of utility was not the sole controlling power . There was a wide man- ifestation of that which bears to pure ideality an in- ferior relationship . Our system diffused the intelli- gence which ...
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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.
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.
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.
388 psl. - The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
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.