Poets of AmericaHoughton, Mifflin, 1885 - 516 頁 |
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... Nature and Elements of Poetry . 4 vols . uniform , crown 8vo , gilt top , in box , $ 7.50 . POEMS . New Household Edition . With Portrait and Illustra- tions . 12mo , $ 1.50 ; full gilt , $ 2.00 . HAWTHORNE , AND OTHER POEMS . 16m0 ...
... Nature and Elements of Poetry . 4 vols . uniform , crown 8vo , gilt top , in box , $ 7.50 . POEMS . New Household Edition . With Portrait and Illustra- tions . 12mo , $ 1.50 ; full gilt , $ 2.00 . HAWTHORNE , AND OTHER POEMS . 16m0 ...
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... natural expectation that the art of a country will convey to us something of the national history , aspect , social ... nature , and are more sure to make their work of interest elsewhere and afterward . Shakespeare's men are apt to be ...
... natural expectation that the art of a country will convey to us something of the national history , aspect , social ... nature , and are more sure to make their work of interest elsewhere and afterward . Shakespeare's men are apt to be ...
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... Nature that their epic passion was ab- sorbed in the clearing of forests , the bridging of rivers , the conquest of savage and beast , the creation of a free government ; and this labor is not yet ended , it goes on with larger cohorts ...
... Nature that their epic passion was ab- sorbed in the clearing of forests , the bridging of rivers , the conquest of savage and beast , the creation of a free government ; and this labor is not yet ended , it goes on with larger cohorts ...
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... Nature's average , at differ - ered . ent times of our history . Until recently , the stimu- lants of their genius must have been wanting . It may be that the people had no real need of them , and song and art , like invention , come ...
... Nature's average , at differ - ered . ent times of our history . Until recently , the stimu- lants of their genius must have been wanting . It may be that the people had no real need of them , and song and art , like invention , come ...
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... nature of art , and criticise it from metaphysical or doctrinarian points of view . The poet or painter feels the wrong and the error , and , though he makes no complaint , they tell upon his buoyancy and appli- cation . Only of late ...
... nature of art , and criticise it from metaphysical or doctrinarian points of view . The poet or painter feels the wrong and the error , and , though he makes no complaint , they tell upon his buoyancy and appli- cation . Only of late ...
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American anapestic artist ballads bard Bayard Taylor beauty blank-verse Bryant cæsura charm criticism Deukalion devoted didacticism dramatic early effort Emerson England English essays expression fancy feeling genius gift Goethe hand heart hexameter Holmes humor ideal idyl imagination instinct intellectual Israfel 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 Plotinus Poe's poems poet poet's poetic poetry prose Puritan Quaker reader rhyme rience romance scarcely seemed sense sentiment song sonnets 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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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.