Poets of AmericaHoughton, Mifflin, 1885 - 516 psl. |
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... and the causes of their successes and failures ; that on examina- tion he had found modern and radical changes in the conditions affecting ideal effort , at home and abroad ; that for this and other reasons he could " more.
... and the causes of their successes and failures ; that on examina- tion he had found modern and radical changes in the conditions affecting ideal effort , at home and abroad ; that for this and other reasons he could " more.
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... ideal and intellectual progress thus far . The instinctive deference of a young nation to its elders , and the frequent assur- ance of the latter that our progress has been restricted chiefly to physical achievement , have united until ...
... ideal and intellectual progress thus far . The instinctive deference of a young nation to its elders , and the frequent assur- ance of the latter that our progress has been restricted chiefly to physical achievement , have united until ...
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... ideal as well as material production . Nor can there be a time when the bent of its ideality will be more suggestive than now , for the present angle determines the arc of the future . 3. The first true course of American poetry has ...
... ideal as well as material production . Nor can there be a time when the bent of its ideality will be more suggestive than now , for the present angle determines the arc of the future . 3. The first true course of American poetry has ...
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... ideal uses , ' any exceptional genius that existed , and that would have made its way against restrictions not of themselves quite as exceptional . The modified results of this situation . may still be observed . As a rider to all I ...
... ideal uses , ' any exceptional genius that existed , and that would have made its way against restrictions not of themselves quite as exceptional . The modified results of this situation . may still be observed . As a rider to all I ...
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... ideal at its true worth . The aspiration of a refined nature would seem to the multitude foolishness and a stumbling - block . For a prolonged season the art of Colonial pedantry . writing verse was almost solely a luxury of the pro ...
... ideal at its true worth . The aspiration of a refined nature would seem to the multitude foolishness and a stumbling - block . For a prolonged season the art of Colonial pedantry . writing verse was almost solely a luxury of the pro ...
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American anapestic artist ballads bard Bayard Taylor beauty blank-verse Bryant cæsura charm critical Deukalion didacticism distinct dramatic early effort Emerson England English essays expression fancy feeling genius gift Goethe hand heart hexameter Holmes Homer humor ideal idyl imagination instinct intellectual 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 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 touch traits translation true truth ture Ulalume verse voice Walt Whitman Whitman Whittier writers written youth
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243 psl. - Resignedly beneath the sky The melancholy waters lie. So blend the turrets and shadows there That all seem pendulous in air, While from a proud tower in the town Death looks gigantically down.
388 psl. - THERE was a child went forth every day, And the first object he look'd upon, that object he became, And that object became part of him for the day or a certain part of the day, Or for many years or stretching cycles of years.
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.
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.
167 psl. - DAYS. 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. I, in my pleached garden, watched the pomp, Forgot my morning wishes, hastily Took a few herbs and apples, and the Day Turned and departed silent. I, too late, Under her solemn fillet saw the scorn.
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.
81 psl. - And hides his sweets, as in the golden age, Within the hollow oak. I listen long To his domestic hum, and think I hear The sound of that advancing multitude Which soon shall fill these deserts. From the ground Comes up the laugh of children, the soft voice Of maidens, and the sweet and solemn hymn Of Sabbath worshippers.
267 psl. - With beating heart and streaming eyes, even now I call the phantoms of a thousand hours Each from his voiceless grave : they have in...
243 psl. - Death has reared himself a throne In a strange city lying alone Far down within the dim West, Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best Have gone to their eternal rest. There shrines and palaces and towers (Time-eaten towers that tremble not!) Resemble nothing that is ours. Around, by lifting winds forgot, Resignedly beneath the sky The melancholy waters lie.
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.