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... poet , will for the first time , we think , obtain a connected idea of Poe's chronologi- cally varying views of Longfellow , Bulwer , Dickens , Bryant , Willis , Cooper , and Lowell , and be able to see that Poe estimated differently at ...
... poet , will for the first time , we think , obtain a connected idea of Poe's chronologi- cally varying views of Longfellow , Bulwer , Dickens , Bryant , Willis , Cooper , and Lowell , and be able to see that Poe estimated differently at ...
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... poetry not designed for music . The " conceit , " for example , which some envious rivals of Morris have so much objected to Her heart and morning broke together In the storm — this " conceit " is merely in keeping with the GEORGE P ...
... poetry not designed for music . The " conceit , " for example , which some envious rivals of Morris have so much objected to Her heart and morning broke together In the storm — this " conceit " is merely in keeping with the GEORGE P ...
Side 44
... poet . For my own part , I would much rather have written the best song of a nation than its noblest epic . One or two of Hoffman's songs have merit ——— but they are sad echoes of Moore , and even if this were not so ( everybody knows ...
... poet . For my own part , I would much rather have written the best song of a nation than its noblest epic . One or two of Hoffman's songs have merit ——— but they are sad echoes of Moore , and even if this were not so ( everybody knows ...
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... poet , just as it had caused him to condemn the Americans . How far his judgment was superior to that of his contemporaries , who bestowed ex- travagant encomiums upon the native poets , time has proved . Poe sounds the keynote of his ...
... poet , just as it had caused him to condemn the Americans . How far his judgment was superior to that of his contemporaries , who bestowed ex- travagant encomiums upon the native poets , time has proved . Poe sounds the keynote of his ...
Side 61
... poet of fancy— the term being employed in contradistinction to imagination . " The fancy , " says the author of the " Ancient Mariner , " in his Biographia Literaria , " the fancy combines , the imagination creates . And this was ...
... poet of fancy— the term being employed in contradistinction to imagination . " The fancy , " says the author of the " Ancient Mariner , " in his Biographia Literaria , " the fancy combines , the imagination creates . And this was ...
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Side 6 - In that day shall Israel be the third with Egypt and with Assyria, even a blessing in the midst of the land : whom the Lord of Hosts shall bless, saying, " Blessed be Egypt my people, and Assyria the work of my hands, and Israel mine inheritance.
Side 12 - It shall not be quenched night nor day; the smoke thereof shall go up for ever: from generation to generation it shall lie waste; none shall pass through it for ever and ever.
Side 79 - New-year blithe and bold, my friend, Comes up to take his own. How hard he breathes ! over the snow I heard just now the crowing cock. The shadows flicker to and fro : The cricket chirps : the light burns low : 'Tis nearly twelve o'clock. Shake hands, before you die. Old year, we'll dearly rue for you : What is it we can do for you ? Speak out before you die.
Side 109 - Man, proud man, Drest in a little brief authority. . . Plays such fantastic tricks before high Heaven As make the angels weep.
Side 108 - HIGH on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth of Ormus and of Ind, Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold...
Side 73 - Stoop o er me from above ; The calm, majestic presence of the Night, As of the one I love. I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight, The manifold, soft chimes, That fill the haunted chambers of the Night, Like some old poet's rhymes.
Side 189 - What song the Syrens sang, or what name Achilles assumed when he hid himself among women, though puzzling questions, are not beyond all conjecture. What time the persons of. these ossuaries entered the famous nations of the dead and slept with princes and counsellors might admit a wide solution. But who were the proprietaries of these bones, or what bodies these ashes made up, were a question above...
Side 78 - FULL knee-deep lies the winter snow, And the winter winds are wearily sighing: Toll ye the church -bell sad and slow, And tread softly and speak low, For the old year lies a-dying. Old year, you must not die; You came to us so readily, You lived with us so steadily, Old year, you shall not die. He lieth still: he doth not move: He will not see the dawn of day. He hath no other life above.
Side 77 - The leaves are falling, falling, Solemnly and slow ; "Caw ! caw ! " the rooks are calling, It is a sound of woe, A sound of woe ! Through woods and mountain passes The winds, like anthems, roll ; They are chanting solemn masses, Singing ; " Pray for this poor soul, Pray, — pray...
Side 88 - OH, fairest of the rural maids ! Thy birth was in the forest shades ; Green boughs, and glimpses of the sky, Were all that met thine infant eye. Thy sports, thy wanderings, when a child, Were ever in the sylvan wild ; And all the beauty of the place Is in thy heart and on thy fane.