The Poetry of the FutureJ.B. Alden, 1888 - Всего страниц: 182 |
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... present life , we get at all ab - extra ideas through the me- dium of representative or correspondential material objects , we are not dealing , because we cannot deal , with absolutes ; only with relatives . In some other life it may ...
... present life , we get at all ab - extra ideas through the me- dium of representative or correspondential material objects , we are not dealing , because we cannot deal , with absolutes ; only with relatives . In some other life it may ...
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James Wood Davidson. present purpose goes , is the beautiful ; and this may be expressed either in prose or in poetry . No one , perhaps , will assert that all the poetry in our literature is to be found in verse ; any more than that all ...
James Wood Davidson. present purpose goes , is the beautiful ; and this may be expressed either in prose or in poetry . No one , perhaps , will assert that all the poetry in our literature is to be found in verse ; any more than that all ...
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... Presents are prophetic of their imminent Futures . In a truthful utterance of any To - day there must be a prophecy of its To - morrow . Any one fact - not necessarily perhaps any mere event -is at the same time the record of a Past and ...
... Presents are prophetic of their imminent Futures . In a truthful utterance of any To - day there must be a prophecy of its To - morrow . Any one fact - not necessarily perhaps any mere event -is at the same time the record of a Past and ...
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... present are doing - look into his heart and into - not merely upon - nature , and write ; write nothing but the truth and only so much of that as is poetical — so much , that is to say , as is calculated to lift man out of selfishness ...
... present are doing - look into his heart and into - not merely upon - nature , and write ; write nothing but the truth and only so much of that as is poetical — so much , that is to say , as is calculated to lift man out of selfishness ...
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... present systems of versification , looking , in its order , to what is likely to be the Poetry of the Future . The prime essen- tial , as already stated , is Rhythm , of which there are two varieties growing out of the preponderance of ...
... present systems of versification , looking , in its order , to what is likely to be the Poetry of the Future . The prime essen- tial , as already stated , is Rhythm , of which there are two varieties growing out of the preponderance of ...
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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.