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... beautiful woods , and the old glamour and sylvan sense of the forests of the " Faerie Queen " seemed over the home of this successor of Spenser . I ventured to speak of his multitude of readers in America , greater probably than even in ...
... beautiful woods , and the old glamour and sylvan sense of the forests of the " Faerie Queen " seemed over the home of this successor of Spenser . I ventured to speak of his multitude of readers in America , greater probably than even in ...
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... beautiful in tropical scenery and vegeta- tion , or one having a more delightful and equable climate . Throughout the year day and night are equally enjoyable , whether in or out of doors , with the exception of two or three months at ...
... beautiful in tropical scenery and vegeta- tion , or one having a more delightful and equable climate . Throughout the year day and night are equally enjoyable , whether in or out of doors , with the exception of two or three months at ...
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... beautiful young lady , and had suitors a plenty , but they only interested her as characters in a play . At length , however , she meets Sir Humphrey Strange , who falls hopelessly in love with her . Then came the proposal . But Gwen ...
... beautiful young lady , and had suitors a plenty , but they only interested her as characters in a play . At length , however , she meets Sir Humphrey Strange , who falls hopelessly in love with her . Then came the proposal . But Gwen ...
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... loving soul , a leaf of grass was as strangely beautiful as " the journey - work of the stars . " To the gener- ation that had not entirely forgotten the period of " Elegant Extracts , " of sentimental annuals WALT WHITMAN . 67.
... loving soul , a leaf of grass was as strangely beautiful as " the journey - work of the stars . " To the gener- ation that had not entirely forgotten the period of " Elegant Extracts , " of sentimental annuals WALT WHITMAN . 67.
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Seite 258 - OUR age is retrospective. It builds the sepulchres of the fathers. It writes biographies, histories, and criticism. The foregoing generations beheld God and nature face to face; we, through their eyes. Why should not we also enjoy an original relation to the universe?
Seite 258 - Embosomed for a season in nature, whose floods of life stream around and through us, and invite us by the powers they supply, to action proportioned to nature, why should we grope among the dry bones of the past, or put the living generation into masquerade out of its faded wardrobe ? The sun shines to-day also.
Seite 5 - For the loving worm within its clod, Were diviner than a loveless god Amid his worlds, I will dare to say.
Seite 258 - 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.
Seite 266 - My friends : No one not in my situation can appreciate my feeling of sadness at this parting. To this place, and the kindness of these people, I owe everything. Here I have lived a quarter of a century, and have passed from a young to an old man. Here my children have been born, and one is buried. I now leave, not knowing when or whether ever I may return, with a task before me greater than that which rested upon Washington.
Seite 56 - O solitary me listening, never more shall I cease perpetuating you, Never more shall I escape, never more the reverberations, Never more the cries of unsatisfied love be absent from me, Never again leave me to be the peaceful child I was before what there in the night, By the sea under the yellow and sagging moon, The messenger there arous'd, the fire, the sweet hell within, The unknown want, the destiny of me.
Seite 258 - God said, I am tired of kings, I suffer them no more; Up to my ear the morning brings The outrage of the poor. Think ye I made this ball A field of havoc and war, Where tyrants great and tyrants small Might harry the weak and poor?
Seite 59 - Sail forth— steer for the deep waters only, Reckless O soul, exploring, I with thee, and thou with me, For we are bound where mariner has not yet dared to go, And we will risk the ship, ourselves and all.
Seite 258 - I show Columbia, of the rocks Which dip their foot in the seas And soar to the air-borne flocks Of clouds and the boreal fleece. I will divide my goods; Call in the wretch and slave: None shall rule but the humble, And none but Toil shall have.
Seite 57 - From me to thee glad serenades, Dances for thee I propose saluting thee, adornments and feastings for thee, And the sights of the open landscape and the high-spread sky are fitting, And life and the fields, and the huge and thoughtful night. The night in silence under many a star, The ocean shore and the husky whispering wave whose voice I know, And the soul turning to thee O vast and well-veil'd death, And the body gratefully nestling close to thee.