The Poetry of the FutureJ.B. Alden, 1888 - Всего страниц: 182 |
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... kind of " poetry . " The honest rustic thrills with admiration at " When this you see Remember me . " " The rose is red , The violets blue Sugar is sweet And so are you . " and there will always be rustics to do so . It is best that ...
... kind of " poetry . " The honest rustic thrills with admiration at " When this you see Remember me . " " The rose is red , The violets blue Sugar is sweet And so are you . " and there will always be rustics to do so . It is best that ...
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... through variety - suggests very strongly that absolute and unbroken rhythms , which we have called pure , of either kind , are not in keeping with the ge- mius of our language . This need for easy variety 44 The Anapest .
... through variety - suggests very strongly that absolute and unbroken rhythms , which we have called pure , of either kind , are not in keeping with the ge- mius of our language . This need for easy variety 44 The Anapest .
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... kind | red , No rose - bud is nigh , | To reflect back her blushes , To give sigh for sigh . | " No reader with ears - unless they were unu- sually long ones — would think of reading this stanza otherwise than with some such division as ...
... kind | red , No rose - bud is nigh , | To reflect back her blushes , To give sigh for sigh . | " No reader with ears - unless they were unu- sually long ones — would think of reading this stanza otherwise than with some such division as ...
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James Wood Davidson. No flower of her kind | red , no rose bud is nigh , | to reflect back her blush es , to give | sigh for sigh . " The rhythm is anapestic ; and perfect , save the variety given by using an iamb- " No flower " -at ...
James Wood Davidson. No flower of her kind | red , no rose bud is nigh , | to reflect back her blush es , to give | sigh for sigh . " The rhythm is anapestic ; and perfect , save the variety given by using an iamb- " No flower " -at ...
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... kind of verse he was using in his Raven - a poem unsurpassed , many hold , in American literature , one to which the poet devoted his choicest efforts , and one about the composi- tion of which he wrote a very full and unusu .. ally ...
... kind of verse he was using in his Raven - a poem unsurpassed , many hold , in American literature , one to which the poet devoted his choicest efforts , and one about the composi- tion of which he wrote a very full and unusu .. ally ...
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Стр. 118 - And thinking of the days that are no more. "Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That brings our friends up from the underworld; Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Стр. 137 - Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle ! Be a hero in the strife ! Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant ! Let the dead Past bury its dead ! Act, — act in the living Present ! Heart within, and God o'erhead ! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time ; — Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again. Let us, then, be up and doing,...
Стр. 137 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, "Life is but an empty dream!" For the soul is dead that slumbers. And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; "Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Стр. 102 - All sly slow things, with circumspective eyes: Men in their loose unguarded hours they take, Not that themselves are wise, but others weak. But grant that those can conquer, these can...
Стр. 133 - And now, what time ye all may read through dimming tears his story, How discord on the music fell and darkness on the glory, And how when, one by one, sweet sounds and wandering lights departed, He wore no less a loving face because so brokenhearted, He shall be strong to sanctify the poet's high vocation.
Стр. 142 - Oh to abide in the desert with thee! Wild is thy lay and loud, Far in the downy cloud Love gives it energy, love gave it birth. Where, on thy dewy wing, Where art thou journeying? Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth.
Стр. 133 - And wrought within his shattered brain such quick poetic senses As hills have language for, and stars, harmonious influences ; The pulse of dew upon the grass kept his within its number, And silent shadows from the trees refreshed him like a slumber.
Стр. 137 - In the world's broad field of battle. In the bivouac of life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife!
Стр. 119 - Ah,. sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.
Стр. 127 - You'd scarce expect one of my age, To speak in public on the stage ; And if I chance to fall below Demosthenes or Cicero, Don't view me with a critic's eye, But pass my imperfections by.