Poets of America, 1 tomasHoughton, Mifflin, 1885 - 516 psl. |
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... literature - even the poetic literature- of no country , during the last half - century , is of greater interest to the philosophical student , with respect to its bearing on the future , than that of the United States . My judgment is ...
... literature - even the poetic literature- of no country , during the last half - century , is of greater interest to the philosophical student , with respect to its bearing on the future , than that of the United States . My judgment is ...
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... literature as our Constitutional period in politics , or the Thirty Years ' War in history ; one , moreover , in which poetry bore closer relations to the life and enthusiasm of a people than it often has borne in other lands and times ...
... literature as our Constitutional period in politics , or the Thirty Years ' War in history ; one , moreover , in which poetry bore closer relations to the life and enthusiasm of a people than it often has borne in other lands and times ...
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... literature , as in architecture , construction must be decorated , not decora- tion constructed , that invention must precede them . both , and that , if imagination be clouded and the glow of passion unfelt , it is utter and worthless ...
... literature , as in architecture , construction must be decorated , not decora- tion constructed , that invention must precede them . both , and that , if imagination be clouded and the glow of passion unfelt , it is utter and worthless ...
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... daring speculations of the noblest minds . Examine it , and form opinions of the country's general literature , of the hold upon art and action and scientific achievement . If we have ress . seen a true poetic movement in America , I.
... daring speculations of the noblest minds . Examine it , and form opinions of the country's general literature , of the hold upon art and action and scientific achievement . If we have ress . seen a true poetic movement in America , I.
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... literature will not appear out of season . Poetry , its most spontaneous form , is a growth rather than an artifice , or it does not come to strengthen and to stay . Let me acknowledge , as heretofore , the bear- Law of ing of the ...
... literature will not appear out of season . Poetry , its most spontaneous form , is a growth rather than an artifice , or it does not come to strengthen and to stay . Let me acknowledge , as heretofore , the bear- Law of ing of the ...
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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.