Poets of AmericaHoughton Mifflin, 1885 - 516 páginas |
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... artists and men of letters ; and this is especially true with regard to the work of a poet , in distinction from that of a painter . The specific tone of the former artist is not derived from the images which his gen ius informs with ...
... artists and men of letters ; and this is especially true with regard to the work of a poet , in distinction from that of a painter . The specific tone of the former artist is not derived from the images which his gen ius informs with ...
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... artists , I also perceive that already , in various walks of art , and in none more than in that A distinc- to which our present study is devoted , we have ex- hibited the new and broad results , both of acclima- character . tion and of ...
... artists , I also perceive that already , in various walks of art , and in none more than in that A distinc- to which our present study is devoted , we have ex- hibited the new and broad results , both of acclima- character . tion and of ...
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... artist of some darker contrast , that would make their virtue and piety more inspiring , certainly is their gain . In no other country are there so many happy little households , although there is a curious foreign belief to the con ...
... artist of some darker contrast , that would make their virtue and piety more inspiring , certainly is their gain . In no other country are there so many happy little households , although there is a curious foreign belief to the con ...
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... artistic and literary movements , the friends of authors and artists , receiving for their public and private humanities ... artist , alike need the correction of a fine cen- sorship and the tonic of that just appreciation which is the ...
... artistic and literary movements , the friends of authors and artists , receiving for their public and private humanities ... artist , alike need the correction of a fine cen- sorship and the tonic of that just appreciation which is the ...
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... artists and writers began to be paid , and found their respective gifts to some extent a means of subsistence . American publishers , as I have said , took heart , and made ventures in behalf of our own literature . Journalism also lent ...
... artists and writers began to be paid , and found their respective gifts to some extent a means of subsistence . American publishers , as I have said , took heart , and made ventures in behalf of our own literature . Journalism also lent ...
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American anapestic artist ballads bard Bayard Taylor beauty blank-verse Bryant cæsura charm criticism Deukalion devoted didacticism distinct 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 Ligeia literary literature Longfellow Lowell Lowell's Margaret Fuller master measure melody ment method metrical modern mood muse native nature never original passion pieces Plotinus 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 touch traits translation true truth ture Ulalume verse voice Walt Whitman Whitman Whittier writers written youth
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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 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 81 - 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.
Página 186 - 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.
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.
Página 388 - 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.