Poets of AmericaHoughton Mifflin, 1885 - Всего страниц: 516 |
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... master - race , and to this extent their homogeneity is definitely assured . Concerning the primal influences that affect the general tone of art and literature , mutual communication and understand- ing are so perfect that any changes ...
... master - race , and to this extent their homogeneity is definitely assured . Concerning the primal influences that affect the general tone of art and literature , mutual communication and understand- ing are so perfect that any changes ...
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... masters to avail them- selves , so far as might be , in their plots , manners , and scenery , of the region nearest them ; a wise in- stinct , through which they reach closely to nature , and are more sure to make their work of interest ...
... masters to avail them- selves , so far as might be , in their plots , manners , and scenery , of the region nearest them ; a wise in- stinct , through which they reach closely to nature , and are more sure to make their work of interest ...
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... master - work , but , with all their strength and weakness , as unsatis- factory as the ill - assorted elements which he strives to represent . Yet , even in this effort , he is represent- ative and a personage of mark , if not ...
... master - work , but , with all their strength and weakness , as unsatis- factory as the ill - assorted elements which he strives to represent . Yet , even in this effort , he is represent- ative and a personage of mark , if not ...
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... master - works , they scarcely could be expected to risk their means in behalf of native authorship . Pure idealists , men like Poe and Hawthorne , are little able to push their own fortunes . Interna- tional copyright . Disastrous ...
... master - works , they scarcely could be expected to risk their means in behalf of native authorship . Pure idealists , men like Poe and Hawthorne , are little able to push their own fortunes . Interna- tional copyright . Disastrous ...
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... masters , have supplied the models of a recent school . Irving . 39 It was natural , also , that the literary centre should New York . shift from place to place , along a sea - board whose capital was scarcely yet defined . New York ...
... masters , have supplied the models of a recent school . Irving . 39 It was natural , also , that the literary centre should New York . shift from place to place , along a sea - board whose capital was scarcely yet defined . New York ...
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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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