Essays and Reviews, Volym 1Houghton, Mifflin, 1882 |
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... Speak mildly when he would , or look in fear . " * * " Amid the uproar of the storm , And by the lightning's sharp red glare , Were seen Lee's face and sturdy form ; His axe glanced quick in air . " Dana's imagination is , perhaps , his ...
... Speak mildly when he would , or look in fear . " * * " Amid the uproar of the storm , And by the lightning's sharp red glare , Were seen Lee's face and sturdy form ; His axe glanced quick in air . " Dana's imagination is , perhaps , his ...
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... speak to man in one eternal hymn , Unfading beauty and unyielding power . " He evinces a thorough knowledge of what poetry is not , while he pours out his heart in praise of what poetry is . " " T is not the chime and flow of words that ...
... speak to man in one eternal hymn , Unfading beauty and unyielding power . " He evinces a thorough knowledge of what poetry is not , while he pours out his heart in praise of what poetry is . " " T is not the chime and flow of words that ...
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... speak , Or raised my doubtful eye to thine . " I hear again thy low replies , I feel thy arm within my own , And timidly again uprise The fringed lids of hazel eyes , With soft brown tresses overblown . Ah ! memories of sweet summer ...
... speak , Or raised my doubtful eye to thine . " I hear again thy low replies , I feel thy arm within my own , And timidly again uprise The fringed lids of hazel eyes , With soft brown tresses overblown . Ah ! memories of sweet summer ...
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... speaking of the settlement of Plymouth by the Pilgrims , remarks that , if we had the open sense of the Greeks , we should have " found a poem here ; one of nature's own poems , such as she writes in broad facts over great continents ...
... speaking of the settlement of Plymouth by the Pilgrims , remarks that , if we had the open sense of the Greeks , we should have " found a poem here ; one of nature's own poems , such as she writes in broad facts over great continents ...
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... speak in clear , loud tones to the people ; a poetry which shall make us more in love with our native land , by con- verting its ennobling scenery into the images of lofty thought ; which shall give visible form and life to the abstract ...
... speak in clear , loud tones to the people ; a poetry which shall make us more in love with our native land , by con- verting its ennobling scenery into the images of lofty thought ; which shall give visible form and life to the abstract ...
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Sida 262 - And therefore it was ever thought to have some participation of divineness, because it doth raise and erect the mind, by submitting the shows of things to the desires of the mind ; whereas reason doth buckle and bow the mind unto the nature of things.
Sida 332 - Like one that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round, walks on, And turns no more his head ; Because he knows a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
Sida 345 - As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains: but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new things; and vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this...
Sida 293 - But I have lived, and have not lived in vain : My mind may lose its force, my blood its fire, And my frame perish even in conquering pain, But there is that within me which shall tire Torture and Time, and breathe when I expire...
Sida 289 - Nor look'd upon the earth with human eyes ; The thirst of their ambition was not mine, The aim of their existence was not mine ; My joys, my griefs, my passions, and my powers, Made me a stranger ; though I wore the form, I had no sympathy with breathing flesh, Nor midst the creatures of clay that girded me Was there but one who but of her anon.
Sida 380 - ... of an intellect defaced with sin and time. We admire it now, only as antiquaries do a piece of old coin, for the stamp it once bore, and not for those vanishing lineaments and disappearing draughts that remain upon it at present. And certainly that must needs have been very glorious, the decays of which are so admirable. He that is comely, when old and decrepit, surely was -very beautiful when he was young. An Aristotle was but the rubbish of an Adam, and Athens but the rudiments of Paradise.
Sida 346 - The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks: The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Sida 346 - There lies the port: the vessel puffs her sail: There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toiled, and wrought, and thought with me That ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed Free hearts, free foreheads — you and I are old; Old age hath yet his...
Sida 61 - Once as I told in glee Tales of the stormy sea, Soft eyes did gaze on me, Burning yet tender ; And as the white stars shine On the dark Norway pine, On that dark heart of mine Fell their soft splendor.
Sida 254 - He is retired as noontide dew, Or fountain in a noonday grove; And you must love him, ere to you He will seem worthy of your love.