From Whitman to Sandburg in American Poetry: A Critical SurveyMacmillan, 1924 - 245 psl. |
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... land where Emerson feared that too much handicraft would make our western wits fat and mean , Whit- man rose to sing his " Carol of Occupations , " and show the soul of goodness in things evil . " In the labor of engines and trades ...
... land where Emerson feared that too much handicraft would make our western wits fat and mean , Whit- man rose to sing his " Carol of Occupations , " and show the soul of goodness in things evil . " In the labor of engines and trades ...
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... land where common sense in business had combined with a scientific materialism in the intellect to crush the soul , he was to show us again the cosmic grandeur of the ocean and the stars , and reassert the mys- tery and wonder of life ...
... land where common sense in business had combined with a scientific materialism in the intellect to crush the soul , he was to show us again the cosmic grandeur of the ocean and the stars , and reassert the mys- tery and wonder of life ...
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... land where sex did not exist . From this barrenness Whitman has done . his best to liberate us , and the results , judging from a perusal of modern poetry and fiction , show that with our writers at least he has had some success . If ...
... land where sex did not exist . From this barrenness Whitman has done . his best to liberate us , and the results , judging from a perusal of modern poetry and fiction , show that with our writers at least he has had some success . If ...
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... most splendid race the sun ever yet shone upon ; I will make divine magnetic lands , With the love of comrades , With the life - long love of comrades . " And as individualism and the union of the nation are 26 FROM WHITMAN TO SANDBURG.
... most splendid race the sun ever yet shone upon ; I will make divine magnetic lands , With the love of comrades , With the life - long love of comrades . " And as individualism and the union of the nation are 26 FROM WHITMAN TO SANDBURG.
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... lands that gives us the right to push off boldly into the unknown . " O America , because you build for mankind , I build for you ! " And such a confidence , he thinks , will beget con- fidence , even in the cynical and disillusioned ...
... lands that gives us the right to push off boldly into the unknown . " O America , because you build for mankind , I build for you ! " And such a confidence , he thinks , will beget con- fidence , even in the cynical and disillusioned ...
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