American Song: A Collection of Representative American Poems, with Analytical and Critical Studies of the WritersArthur Beaman Simonds |
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... writing verse . At first he was taught to imitate the English poets of the eighteenth century , especially Pope ; later he studied Words- worth , from whom he learned to observe nature and to think poetically . Not long after acquiring ...
... writing verse . At first he was taught to imitate the English poets of the eighteenth century , especially Pope ; later he studied Words- worth , from whom he learned to observe nature and to think poetically . Not long after acquiring ...
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... written four years later , and published origi- nally under the title of A Fragment , proclaimed for the first time in America ' the quiet happiness of nature as open and communicable to men . To a Waterfowl , in the same year , is a ...
... written four years later , and published origi- nally under the title of A Fragment , proclaimed for the first time in America ' the quiet happiness of nature as open and communicable to men . To a Waterfowl , in the same year , is a ...
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... Written near the close of Bryant's ten years ' practice of the law , the poem well represents that period of his poetic production : a time when his heart was given to poetry especially , and when his imagination was constantly ...
... Written near the close of Bryant's ten years ' practice of the law , the poem well represents that period of his poetic production : a time when his heart was given to poetry especially , and when his imagination was constantly ...
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... Written about the same time , What the Birds Said has its poetic element surpassed by its spiritual light of promise . All this group have passion ; they come from a whole nature on fire . Some pieces of the period are fiercer than is ...
... Written about the same time , What the Birds Said has its poetic element surpassed by its spiritual light of promise . All this group have passion ; they come from a whole nature on fire . Some pieces of the period are fiercer than is ...
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... written in 1871 on Chicago show that matters even of recent interest may be poetical ; How the Women Went from Dover , though realistic , is sympa- thetic ; and Abram Morrison describes a canny figure , homely and picturesque . Reality ...
... written in 1871 on Chicago show that matters even of recent interest may be poetical ; How the Women Went from Dover , though realistic , is sympa- thetic ; and Abram Morrison describes a canny figure , homely and picturesque . Reality ...
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Page 8 - To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness ere he is aware.
Page 13 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near...
Page 12 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Page 151 - ... standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there. She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then from his mansion in the sun She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land.
Page 73 - MY LOST YOUTH. OFTEN I think of the beautiful town That is seated by the sea ; Often in thought go up and down The pleasant streets of that dear- old town, And my youth comes back to me. And a verse of a Lapland song Is haunting my memory still : " A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Page 71 - So that our foe we saw Laugh as he hailed us. "And as to catch the gale Round veered the flapping sail, 'Death!' was the helmsman's hail, 'Death without quarter!
Page 209 - Furl it! for the hands that grasped it, And the hearts that fondly clasped it, Cold and dead are lying low; And that Banner — it is trailing, While around it sounds the wailing Of its people in their woe. For, though conquered, they adore it, — Love the cold, dead hands that bore it, Weep for those who fell before it, Pardon those who trailed and tore it; And oh, wildly they deplore it, Now to furl and fold it so!
Page 156 - When but an idle boy, I sought its grateful shade; In all their gushing joy Here, too, my sisters played. My mother kissed me here; My father pressed my hand — Forgive this foolish tear, But let that old oak stand.
Page 211 - Ay, tear her tattered ensign down ! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky ; Beneath it rung the battle shout, And burst the cannon's roar;— The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more. Her deck, once red with heroes...
Page 259 - Our faults no tenderness should ask, The chastening stripes must cleanse them all ; But for our blunders— oh, in shame Before the eyes of heaven we fall. ' Earth bears no balsam for mistakes ; Men crown the knave, and scourge the tool That did his will ; but Thou, O Lord, Be merciful to me, a fool...