Poets of AmericaHoughton Mifflin, 1885 - 516 páginas |
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... devoted . It is rare that an epoch so def- initely begun and ended can be selected as the object of synthetic examination . The reader is invited to study a period as distinct in literature as our Constitutional period in politics , or ...
... devoted . It is rare that an epoch so def- initely begun and ended can be selected as the object of synthetic examination . The reader is invited to study a period as distinct in literature as our Constitutional period in politics , or ...
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... devote a wholesome energy to its completion , and feel assured that it would betray no tinge of personal discourage ment . If injustice has been done , in the delicate task of making even the slightest reference to one's literary as ...
... devote a wholesome energy to its completion , and feel assured that it would betray no tinge of personal discourage ment . If injustice has been done , in the delicate task of making even the slightest reference to one's literary as ...
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... devoted chiefly to the careers and pro- ductions of leading poets whose reputations are long- Cp . " Vic- established , and who , upon the whole , fairly represent torian Po- the various tendencies of American song . And thus ...
... devoted chiefly to the careers and pro- ductions of leading poets whose reputations are long- Cp . " Vic- established , and who , upon the whole , fairly represent torian Po- the various tendencies of American song . And thus ...
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... devote his life to copying the groups he finds in his own streets , the streets themselves , and the fields and woods beyond them , yet not produce an original art , nor execute it in a fresh and native way . The mere dialect and ...
... devote his life to copying the groups he finds in his own streets , the streets themselves , and the fields and woods beyond them , yet not produce an original art , nor execute it in a fresh and native way . The mere dialect and ...
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... devoted , we have ex- hibited the new and broad results , both of acclima- character . tion and of a blending process , to which the ruling divisions of our population thus far have been sub- jected . Equally obvious are the minor ...
... devoted , we have ex- hibited the new and broad results , both of acclima- character . tion and of a blending process , to which the ruling divisions of our population thus far have been sub- jected . Equally obvious are the minor ...
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Página 388 - 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.
Página 355 - I CELEBRATE myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
Página 162 - 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.
Página 243 - 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.
Página 167 - 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.
Página 118 - 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.
Página 247 - 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.
Página 243 - Lo! 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.
Página 167 - 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.
Página 152 - 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.