Poets of AmericaHoughton Mifflin, 1885 - Всего страниц: 516 |
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... sure that we have had marches in other fields of prog- The inquiry concerning the genuineness and value of such a movement affords a title to this work , and a review of the conditions that have helped or hin- dered it must be included ...
... sure that we have had marches in other fields of prog- The inquiry concerning the genuineness and value of such a movement affords a title to this work , and a review of the conditions that have helped or hin- dered it must be included ...
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... sure of external recognition . So far , therefore , from demanding absolute novelty in structure , language , or theme , of our home - poet , it is the duty of the critic to value the Americanism which great and small have displayed in ...
... sure of external recognition . So far , therefore , from demanding absolute novelty in structure , language , or theme , of our home - poet , it is the duty of the critic to value the Americanism which great and small have displayed in ...
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... sure to make their work of interest elsewhere and afterward . Shakespeare's men are apt to be Englishmen , though they may figure in Illyria 1 I am not considering the question whether a poet of the first rank may , or may not , find ...
... sure to make their work of interest elsewhere and afterward . Shakespeare's men are apt to be Englishmen , though they may figure in Illyria 1 I am not considering the question whether a poet of the first rank may , or may not , find ...
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... sure of life's needs , craved for the luxuries of taste and emotion . Literature thrives as a means of subsistence , nor is poetry an exception to the rule . The supply answers to the de- mand . Not long ago in this country , few books ...
... sure of life's needs , craved for the luxuries of taste and emotion . Literature thrives as a means of subsistence , nor is poetry an exception to the rule . The supply answers to the de- mand . Not long ago in this country , few books ...
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... sure the rise of poetry was delayed . It is curious to note that , just as their adverse influence began to pass away , a new class of restrictions came in play through- out the enlightened world , affecting our own idealists in common ...
... sure the rise of poetry was delayed . It is curious to note that , just as their adverse influence began to pass away , a new class of restrictions came in play through- out the enlightened world , affecting our own idealists in common ...
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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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