Poets of AmericaHoughton Mifflin, 1885 - Всего страниц: 516 |
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... and the causes of their successes and failures ; that on examina- tion he had found modern and radical changes in the conditions affecting ideal effort , at home and abroad ; ― that for this and other reasons he could " more.
... and the causes of their successes and failures ; that on examina- tion he had found modern and radical changes in the conditions affecting ideal effort , at home and abroad ; ― that for this and other reasons he could " more.
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... ideal and intellectual progress thus far . The instinctive deference of a young nation to its elders , and the frequent assur- ance of the latter that our progress has been restricted chiefly to physical achievement , have united until ...
... ideal and intellectual progress thus far . The instinctive deference of a young nation to its elders , and the frequent assur- ance of the latter that our progress has been restricted chiefly to physical achievement , have united until ...
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... ideal as well as material production . Nor can there be a time when the bent of its ideality will be more suggestive than now , for the present angle determines the arc of the future . 3. The first true course of American poetry has ...
... ideal as well as material production . Nor can there be a time when the bent of its ideality will be more suggestive than now , for the present angle determines the arc of the future . 3. The first true course of American poetry has ...
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... ideal uses , 1 any exceptional genius that existed , and that would have made its way against restrictions not of themselves quite as exceptional . The modified results of this situation may still be observed . As a rider to all I have ...
... ideal uses , 1 any exceptional genius that existed , and that would have made its way against restrictions not of themselves quite as exceptional . The modified results of this situation may still be observed . As a rider to all I have ...
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... ideal at its true worth . The aspiration of a refined nature would seem to the multitude foolishness and a stumbling - block . For a prolonged season the art of Colonial pedantry . writing verse was almost solely a luxury of the pro ...
... ideal at its true worth . The aspiration of a refined nature would seem to the multitude foolishness and a stumbling - block . For a prolonged season the art of Colonial pedantry . writing verse was almost solely a luxury of the pro ...
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Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
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