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... touch is sure , and has at command the choicer modes of lyrical art , those which , although fashion may overslaugh them , return again , and enable a true poet to be quite as original as when hunting devices previously unessayed . His ...
... touch is sure , and has at command the choicer modes of lyrical art , those which , although fashion may overslaugh them , return again , and enable a true poet to be quite as original as when hunting devices previously unessayed . His ...
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... touch . Many have thought the works of both the statesman and the poet conventional , but the adjective might be ... touching the finest chords of taste and feeling , but never striving at effect . This is the highest merit in every ...
... touch . Many have thought the works of both the statesman and the poet conventional , but the adjective might be ... touching the finest chords of taste and feeling , but never striving at effect . This is the highest merit in every ...
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... touch firm land ; but then , he seldom ventured . As he grew older , beyond the asperities of life , he became less brooding , sad , and grave . His Fancy , what there Fancy . was of it , came in his later years , and suggested two of ...
... touch firm land ; but then , he seldom ventured . As he grew older , beyond the asperities of life , he became less brooding , sad , and grave . His Fancy , what there Fancy . was of it , came in his later years , and suggested two of ...
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... touch that renders a new poem by this or that expert a standard , and its appearance an event . ear and voice were naturally fine , as some of his early work plainly shows . " Cassandra Southwick , " " The New Wife and the Old , " and ...
... touch that renders a new poem by this or that expert a standard , and its appearance an event . ear and voice were naturally fine , as some of his early work plainly shows . " Cassandra Southwick , " " The New Wife and the Old , " and ...
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... " Songs o manner they are much like what Mackay or Massey might have written . yet they became popular , and their rhetorical flow adapted them to recitation in the - Labor , " true bent . country schools . The poet's distinctive touch.
... " Songs o manner they are much like what Mackay or Massey might have written . yet they became popular , and their rhetorical flow adapted them to recitation in the - Labor , " true bent . country schools . The poet's distinctive touch.
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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.