Poets of AmericaHoughton Mifflin, 1885 - Всего страниц: 516 |
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... social and literary systems , have been neither greatly involved with the action and history of their time nor picturesquely conspicuous as individuals . Nevertheless , it is not the main thing , in writing of a poet , to.
... social and literary systems , have been neither greatly involved with the action and history of their time nor picturesquely conspicuous as individuals . Nevertheless , it is not the main thing , in writing of a poet , to.
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... literary criticism . The estimate , then , to a certain extent must be technical ; and so far as my own com- ment has been addressed to the literary class , its en- deavor is , as a Californian author pleases me by saying , to get down ...
... literary criticism . The estimate , then , to a certain extent must be technical ; and so far as my own com- ment has been addressed to the literary class , its en- deavor is , as a Californian author pleases me by saying , to get down ...
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... literary product of this new people differs from the literary product of the English , or any other people of the Old World , and I hope to make that difference clear in the course of these chapters . And I will remark , in passing ...
... literary product of this new people differs from the literary product of the English , or any other people of the Old World , and I hope to make that difference clear in the course of these chapters . And I will remark , in passing ...
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... literary work , and to reserve some heart and thought for his nobler calling . Now , when an organized movement at last seems under way to- ward copyright reform , it still is so hampered with reservations and class - interests that ...
... literary work , and to reserve some heart and thought for his nobler calling . Now , when an organized movement at last seems under way to- ward copyright reform , it still is so hampered with reservations and class - interests that ...
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... literary movements , the friends of authors and artists , receiving for their public and private humanities our warmest tributes of honor and affection . It is said that every wrong in this world is surely , if slowly , righted ; and ...
... literary movements , the friends of authors and artists , receiving for their public and private humanities our warmest tributes of honor and affection . It is said that every wrong in this world is surely , if slowly , righted ; and ...
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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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Bibliographical Guide to the Study of the Literature of the U.S.A. Clarence Gohdes Недоступно для просмотра - 1970 |
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