An American Anthology, 1787-1900: Selections Illustrating the Editor's Critical Review of American Poetry in the Nineteenth CenturyEdmund Clarence Stedman Houghton, Mifflin, 1900 - Всего страниц: 878 Added t.p., engraved. |
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... follow the worker in mosaic or stained - glass , to better his general effects . Humble bits , low in color , have values of juxtaposition , and often bring out to full advantage his more striking material . The representation of a ...
... follow the worker in mosaic or stained - glass , to better his general effects . Humble bits , low in color , have values of juxtaposition , and often bring out to full advantage his more striking material . The representation of a ...
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... follow the one which before had worked so aptly . A chronological system proved to be not merely the best , but seemingly the only one , applicable to my new needs . The ease wherewith the British record permitted a classified ...
... follow the one which before had worked so aptly . A chronological system proved to be not merely the best , but seemingly the only one , applicable to my new needs . The ease wherewith the British record permitted a classified ...
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... follow his own genius so often expressed himself as in sympathy with Bryant , above other American poets , on the imaginative side . The elemen- tal quality of the two is what makes them akin ; what differentiates them is not alone ...
... follow his own genius so often expressed himself as in sympathy with Bryant , above other American poets , on the imaginative side . The elemen- tal quality of the two is what makes them akin ; what differentiates them is not alone ...
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... follow the Gallic cadences and linguistic effects our kinsmen were bound to fail . Our own craftsmen even less have been able to capture graces quite inseparable from the specific rhythm , color , diction , that constitute the highly ...
... follow the Gallic cadences and linguistic effects our kinsmen were bound to fail . Our own craftsmen even less have been able to capture graces quite inseparable from the specific rhythm , color , diction , that constitute the highly ...
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... follows a long task , and almost ask whether it has been worth completion . Would the labor have been better expended , for example , upon criticism of our prose fictio ? The muse sits neglected , if not forspent , in the hemicycle of ...
... follows a long task , and almost ask whether it has been worth completion . Would the labor have been better expended , for example , upon criticism of our prose fictio ? The muse sits neglected , if not forspent , in the hemicycle of ...
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Стр. 141 - thing of evil! prophet still, if bird or devil! Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted — On this home by Horror haunted — tell me truly, I implore: Is there — is there balm in Gilead? — tell me — tell me, I implore!
Стр. 110 - The village smithy stands ; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands ; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Стр. 115 - T is but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore, Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea ! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee...
Стр. 146 - Hear the sledges with the bells Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
Стр. 51 - The hills Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun, - the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between; The venerable woods - rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green; and, poured round all, Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste, Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man.
Стр. 146 - Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of Despair! How they clang, and clash, and roar! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air! Yet the ear it fully knows, By the twanging, And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows...
Стр. 91 - If the red slayer think he slays, Or if the slain think he is slain, They know not well the subtle ways I keep, and pass, and turn again. Far or forgot to me is near; Shadow and sunlight are the same; The vanished gods to me appear; And one to me are shame and fame.
Стр. 227 - ... the prize we sought is won. The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
Стр. 115 - UNION, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate! We know what Master laid thy keel, What Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope!
Стр. 140 - To Helen Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece, And the grandeur that was Rome. Lo! in yon brilliant window-niche How statue-like I see thee stand, The agate lamp within thy hand! Ah, Psyche, from the regions which Are Holy Land! Israfel And the angel...