Poets of America, 1 tomasHoughton, Mifflin, 1885 - 516 psl. |
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... truth of a writer who declares that poetry is a spirit , not a form , the truth being that poetry is a spirit , taking form . Finally , I welcomed every sign of healthy passion and every promising dramatic tendency , both invigorat- ing ...
... truth of a writer who declares that poetry is a spirit , not a form , the truth being that poetry is a spirit , taking form . Finally , I welcomed every sign of healthy passion and every promising dramatic tendency , both invigorat- ing ...
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... truth , the situation here was so adverse to art , and especially to song , as to nul- lify even our complement to Taine's theory ; to stifle , or to divert to other than ideal uses , ' any exceptional genius that existed , and that ...
... truth , the situation here was so adverse to art , and especially to song , as to nul- lify even our complement to Taine's theory ; to stifle , or to divert to other than ideal uses , ' any exceptional genius that existed , and that ...
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... truth to say , were often more spontaneous and natural than their brother - writers . One of the sex , Mrs. Sigourney , long had been sup- Lydia plying the prose and verse that answered to the sim- Howard ple wants of a primitive ...
... truth to say , were often more spontaneous and natural than their brother - writers . One of the sex , Mrs. Sigourney , long had been sup- Lydia plying the prose and verse that answered to the sim- Howard ple wants of a primitive ...
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... Truth- ful reflec tion of Na- ture . I HAVE said that a fellowship with the spirit of Traits of natural Landscape , and the recognition of its beauty and majesty , were the earliest , as constant , traits of American verse . of nature ...
... Truth- ful reflec tion of Na- ture . I HAVE said that a fellowship with the spirit of Traits of natural Landscape , and the recognition of its beauty and majesty , were the earliest , as constant , traits of American verse . of nature ...
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... truth , the wisdom of the Orient and the speculations of Germany , but has not failed . to apply the vision that so inspired it to the life and action of the New World . The white light of Emer- son , the pure and elevated master of the ...
... truth , the wisdom of the Orient and the speculations of Germany , but has not failed . to apply the vision that so inspired it to the life and action of the New World . The white light of Emer- son , the pure and elevated master of the ...
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American anapestic artist ballads bard Bayard Taylor beauty blank-verse Bryant cæsura charm critical Deukalion didacticism distinct Divine Comedy dramatic early effort Emerson England English essays expression fancy feeling genius gift Goethe hand heart hexameter Holmes humor ideal idyl imagination instinct intellectual Israfel kind labor land learned Leaves of Grass less letters literary literature Longfellow Lowell Lowell's Margaret Fuller master measure melody ment method metrical modern mood muse native nature never original passion pieces Poe's poems poet's poetic poetry prose Puritan Quaker reader rhyme rience romance scarcely seemed sense sentiment song sonnets soul spirit stanzas style sure sweet taste Taylor Tennyson Thanatopsis theme Theocritus things thou thought tion torian Poets touch traits translation true truth ture verse voice Walt Whitman Whitman Whittier writers written youth
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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.