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... passion and every promising dramatic tendency , both invigorat- ing after a prolonged reflective period . Various sins of commission were discoverable among the lesser pupils of - ― Wordsworth , the " spasmodic " lyrists , the Neo.
... passion and every promising dramatic tendency , both invigorat- ing after a prolonged reflective period . Various sins of commission were discoverable among the lesser pupils of - ― Wordsworth , the " spasmodic " lyrists , the Neo.
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... passion only in rare individual or public crises . Our most noted group , that of New England , distinguished for grace and scholarship , fervent in conviction and of marked in- tellectuality , has been pronounced too thin - blooded ...
... passion only in rare individual or public crises . Our most noted group , that of New England , distinguished for grace and scholarship , fervent in conviction and of marked in- tellectuality , has been pronounced too thin - blooded ...
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... a painter . The specific tone of the former artist is not derived from the images which his gen ius informs with life , and from the plots that serve NATIONAL QUALITY . his expression of the thought , passion 4 EARLY AND RECENT CONDITIONS .
... a painter . The specific tone of the former artist is not derived from the images which his gen ius informs with life , and from the plots that serve NATIONAL QUALITY . his expression of the thought , passion 4 EARLY AND RECENT CONDITIONS .
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Edmund Clarence Stedman. NATIONAL QUALITY . his expression of the thought , passion , imagination , of his people and time . Mere reliance upon these will not suffice . Even a painter might devote his life . to copying the groups he ...
Edmund Clarence Stedman. NATIONAL QUALITY . his expression of the thought , passion , imagination , of his people and time . Mere reliance upon these will not suffice . Even a painter might devote his life . to copying the groups he ...
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... 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 and immensely widen ...
... 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 and immensely widen ...
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American anapestic artist ballads bard Bayard Taylor beauty blank-verse Bryant cæsura charm criticism Deukalion devoted didacticism distinct 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 Ligeia 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'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 touch traits translation true truth ture Ulalume verse voice Walt Whitman Whitman Whittier writers written youth
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Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 81 - Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there; And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone.
Страница 186 - 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 388 - The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.