Poets of AmericaHoughton Mifflin, 1885 - 516 páginas |
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... poet is best equipped for a larger ef fort by some adequate theme awaiting his hand . The their weight . moment arrives when poets of the upper cast desire to forego their studies and brief lyrical flights , and to produce the composite ...
... poet is best equipped for a larger ef fort by some adequate theme awaiting his hand . The their weight . moment arrives when poets of the upper cast desire to forego their studies and brief lyrical flights , and to produce the composite ...
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... poet , for the country had told her so . It would be interesting to learn how large a proportion of the wealthy classes among whom he was a peer , and who placed him at the head of feasts and civic gather- ings , knew this through an ...
... poet , for the country had told her so . It would be interesting to learn how large a proportion of the wealthy classes among whom he was a peer , and who placed him at the head of feasts and civic gather- ings , knew this through an ...
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... poets , becomes with him an excellence , and old forms and accents are rehandled and charged with life anew . It is to be regretted that Dr. Parsons has not used his gift more freely . He has been a poet for poets , rather than for the ...
... poets , becomes with him an excellence , and old forms and accents are rehandled and charged with life anew . It is to be regretted that Dr. Parsons has not used his gift more freely . He has been a poet for poets , rather than for the ...
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... poet . This last quality pervades his ambitious pieces , and at times breaks out suddenly in the minor verse through which he is best known . The exigencies of his profession have too constantly drawn upon his re- sources ; the bulk of ...
... poet . This last quality pervades his ambitious pieces , and at times breaks out suddenly in the minor verse through which he is best known . The exigencies of his profession have too constantly drawn upon his re- sources ; the bulk of ...
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... poet , but the serene , transfigured ideal of a good and venerable man . As a writer he had been before the public ... poet just dead , really were judging the poet of fifty years before , instead of guessing at the Nov. 3 , 1794 . THE ...
... poet , but the serene , transfigured ideal of a good and venerable man . As a writer he had been before the public ... poet just dead , really were judging the poet of fifty years before , instead of guessing at the Nov. 3 , 1794 . THE ...
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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.