Poets of AmericaHoughton, Mifflin, 1885 - 516 頁 |
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... NATURE AND ELEMENTS OF POETRY . Crown 8vo , gilt top , $ 1.50 . ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING . An Essay . 32m0 , 75 cents . HOUGHTON , MIFFLIN & COMPANY , BOSTON AND NEW YORK . POETS OF AMERICA . POETS OF AMERICA BY EDMUND CLARENCE.
... NATURE AND ELEMENTS OF POETRY . Crown 8vo , gilt top , $ 1.50 . ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING . An Essay . 32m0 , 75 cents . HOUGHTON , MIFFLIN & COMPANY , BOSTON AND NEW YORK . POETS OF AMERICA . POETS OF AMERICA BY EDMUND CLARENCE.
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... now following it ; and I trust that reasons for this opinion to which some at first may demur - will be- come apparent to those who give more than a cursory INTRODUCTION . ix reading to these essays . Even now viii INTRODUCTION .
... now following it ; and I trust that reasons for this opinion to which some at first may demur - will be- come apparent to those who give more than a cursory INTRODUCTION . ix reading to these essays . Even now viii INTRODUCTION .
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Edmund Clarence Stedman. INTRODUCTION . ix reading to these essays . Even now few Americans set a proper value on the relative bearing of our ideal and intellectual progress thus far . The instinctive deference of a young nation to its ...
Edmund Clarence Stedman. INTRODUCTION . ix reading to these essays . Even now few Americans set a proper value on the relative bearing of our ideal and intellectual progress thus far . The instinctive deference of a young nation to its ...
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... essays ; a first heat has been run during that time , to whose leaders special chapters are devoted . It is rare that an epoch so def- initely begun and ended can be selected as the object of synthetic examination . The reader is ...
... essays ; a first heat has been run during that time , to whose leaders special chapters are devoted . It is rare that an epoch so def- initely begun and ended can be selected as the object of synthetic examination . The reader is ...
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... essays , and if I did not perceive this fact I should have no excuse for their general endeavor . It is true that a nation's literature will not appear out of season . Poetry , its most spontaneous form , is a growth rather than an ...
... essays , and if I did not perceive this fact I should have no excuse for their general endeavor . It is true that a nation's literature will not appear out of season . Poetry , its most spontaneous form , is a growth rather than an ...
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第 388 頁 - 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.
第 355 頁 - 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.
第 162 頁 - 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.
第 243 頁 - 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.
第 167 頁 - 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.
第 118 頁 - 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.
第 247 頁 - 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.
第 167 頁 - 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.
第 186 頁 - Look not mournfully into the Past. It comes not back again. Wisely improve the Present. It is thine. Go forth to meet the shadowy Future, without fear, and with a manly heart.
第 152 頁 - 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.