Poets of AmericaHoughton Mifflin, 1885 - 516 páginas |
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... . Those arbiters of foreign taste who do not acknowledge this may be suspected of some unconscious insincerity . Not every mother as fair LOCAL PRODUCTIONS . and ripe as England , however affectionate 8 EARLY AND RECENT CONDITIONS .
... . Those arbiters of foreign taste who do not acknowledge this may be suspected of some unconscious insincerity . Not every mother as fair LOCAL PRODUCTIONS . and ripe as England , however affectionate 8 EARLY AND RECENT CONDITIONS .
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... of the eighteenth , stu- pidly fashioned itself upon the models of worn - out schools , how should it do more in England's colo- nies , that brought hither certain shoots of taste and learning from the Old World , and found it hard.
... of the eighteenth , stu- pidly fashioned itself upon the models of worn - out schools , how should it do more in England's colo- nies , that brought hither certain shoots of taste and learning from the Old World , and found it hard.
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... 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 , ex- cept school - books , were required by the ...
... 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 , ex- cept school - books , were required by the ...
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... taste , to create their audiences , and who , while willing to suffer in their own persons , are less ready to devote lifetimes to the production of what will be valueless to those whom they hold most dear . The want of international ...
... taste , to create their audiences , and who , while willing to suffer in their own persons , are less ready to devote lifetimes to the production of what will be valueless to those whom they hold most dear . The want of international ...
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... taste , making no intellectual changes so long as human slavery was the basis of its physical life . I shall hereafter refer to the quality of the new- born Southern imagination . That it exists , in fresh and hopeful promise , is now ...
... taste , making no intellectual changes so long as human slavery was the basis of its physical life . I shall hereafter refer to the quality of the new- born Southern imagination . That it exists , in fresh and hopeful promise , is now ...
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American anapestic artist ballads bard Bayard Taylor beauty blank-verse Bryant cæsura charm critical Deukalion didacticism distinct Divine Comedy dramatic early effort Emerson England English essays expression fancy feeling genius gift Goethe hand heart hexameter Holmes humor ideal idyl imagination instinct intellectual kind labor land learned Leaves of Grass less letters literary literature Longfellow Lowell Lowell's Margaret Fuller master measure melody ment method metrical modern mood muse native nature never original passion pieces Poe's poems poet poet's poetic poetry prose Puritan Quaker reader rhyme rience romance scarcely seemed sense sentiment song soul spirit stanzas style sure sweet taste Taylor Tennyson Thanatopsis theme Theocritus things thou thought tion torian touch traits translation true truth ture Ulalume verse voice Walt Whitman Whitman Whittier writers written youth
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Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Referencias a este libro
Bibliographical Guide to the Study of the Literature of the U.S.A. Clarence Gohdes Sin vista previa disponible - 1970 |
Cosmic Optimism: A Study of the Interpretation of Evolution by American ... Frederick William Conner Vista de fragmentos - 1973 |