Bayard TaylorHoughton, Mifflin, 1896 - 320 oldal |
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146. oldal
... Legation . Here was an opportunity to accomplish under Russian protection that ex- ploration of Central Asia which he had so long wished to make . The salary , too , was sufficient to relieve him from the hated drudgery of lec- turing ...
... Legation . Here was an opportunity to accomplish under Russian protection that ex- ploration of Central Asia which he had so long wished to make . The salary , too , was sufficient to relieve him from the hated drudgery of lec- turing ...
148. oldal
... Legation had been fastened upon Bayard Taylor he sent a dispatch to the Department of State , which is quoted here as illustrating the character of his diplomatic correspondence , and also the regard in which he was held at the Russian ...
... Legation had been fastened upon Bayard Taylor he sent a dispatch to the Department of State , which is quoted here as illustrating the character of his diplomatic correspondence , and also the regard in which he was held at the Russian ...
152. oldal
... with the business of the legation , and writ- ten to the President that he would not remain under any conditions , he went to Gotha , where he awaited dispatches which he was assured that he would 152 BAYARD TAYLOR .
... with the business of the legation , and writ- ten to the President that he would not remain under any conditions , he went to Gotha , where he awaited dispatches which he was assured that he would 152 BAYARD TAYLOR .
155. oldal
... legation at St. Peters- burg he had written seven chapters . It was finished in Russia and published November , 1863 , in New York and London under the title " Hannah Thurston , A Story of American Life . " The novel was dedicated to ...
... legation at St. Peters- burg he had written seven chapters . It was finished in Russia and published November , 1863 , in New York and London under the title " Hannah Thurston , A Story of American Life . " The novel was dedicated to ...
284. oldal
... legation , which he had him- self written , the day before he called for assist- ance . The Princess Marie of Weimar once said to Bayard Taylor : " I have just read De Tocque- ville's Democracy in America ; ' is it a correct account of ...
... legation , which he had him- self written , the day before he called for assist- ance . The Princess Marie of Weimar once said to Bayard Taylor : " I have just read De Tocque- ville's Democracy in America ; ' is it a correct account of ...
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American Atlantic Monthly August ballad Bayard Taylor beauty began Boker Boston Brandywine Bryant Cedarcroft Chester County Cyclopædia delight Deukalion dream edition Egypt English Europe Faust Fitz-James O'Brien friends G. P. Putnam George German Goethe Gotha Graham's Magazine hand Hannah Thurston heart Henry hundred James journey Kennett Square knew land Lars lecture legation letters literary literature lived Longfellow Lowell lyrical Magazine Mary Agnew N. P. Willis never night October Orient Osgood paper Pastorals Pennsylvania Philadelphia Picture of St poems poetic poetry poets Prince Deukalion published Quaker Richard Henry Stoddard Richard Storrs Willis Russia Saturday Evening Post says seemed song spirit Stoddard Story of Kennett Taylor wrote Tennyson thee thou tion translation Travel Tribune ture verse Views Afoot weary West Chester Whittier William Willis words write written York youth
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295. oldal - So those volumes from their shelves Watched him, silent as themselves. Ah ! his hand will nevermore Turn their storied pages o'er; Nevermore his lips repeat Songs of theirs, however sweet. Let the lifeless body rest ! He is gone, who was its guest ; Gone, as travellers haste to leave An inn, nor tarry until eve.
117. oldal - Thy lost virginity! Thy human children shall restore the grace Gone with thy fallen pines; The wild, barbaric beauty of thy face Shall round to classic lines. And Order, Justice, Social Law shall curb Thy untamed energies; And Art and Science, with their dreams superb, Replace thine ancient ease. The marble, sleeping in thy mountains now, Shall live in sculptures rare; Thy native oak shall crown the sage's brow, — Thy bay, the poet's hair. Thy tawny hills shall bleed their purple wine, Thy valleys...
220. oldal - And the midnight hears my cry: I love thee, I love but thee, With a love that shall not die Till the sun grows cold, And the stars are old, • i And the leaves of the Judgment Boob unfold!
43. oldal - For loose fertility ; a footfall there Suffices to upturn to the warm air Half-germinating spices, mere decay Produces richer life, and day by day New pollen on the lily-petal grows, And still more labyrinthine buds the rose.
221. oldal - My steps are nightly driven By the fever in my breast To hear from thy lattice breathed The word that shall give me rest. Open the door of thy heart ! And open thy chamber door ! And my kisses shall teach thy lips The love that shall fade no more Till the sun grows cold And the stars are old And the leaves of the Judgment Book unfold.
149. oldal - is getting worse and worse. The chances of preserving the Union are growing more and more desperate. Can nothing be done to stop 'this dreadful war ? Can you find no basis of arrangement before your strength is so exhausted that you must lose, for many years to come, your position in the world?
190. oldal - She came, whom Casa Guidi's chambers knew, And know more proudly an immortal now ; The air without a star was shivered through With the resistless radiance of her brow, And glimmering landscapes from the darkness grew. Thin, phantom-like ; and yet she brought me rest. Unspoken words...
18. oldal - So the foundations of his mind were laid. In such communion, not from terror free, While yet a child, and long before his time, Had he perceived the presence and the power Of greatness...
223. oldal - Daughter of Egypt, veil thine eyes, I cannot bear their fire ; Nor will I touch with sacrifice Those altars of desire. For they are flames that shun the day, And their unholy light Is fed from natures gone astray In passion and in night. " The stars of beauty and of sin, They burn amid the dark, Like beacons that to ruin win The fascinated bark. Then, veil their glare, lest I forswear The hopes thou canst not crown, And, in the black waves of thy hair, My struggling manhood drown!
139. oldal - Nothing of their talk remains with me, but the impression remains that it was not so good talk as I had heard in Boston. At one moment of the orgy, which went but slowly for an orgy, we were joined by some belated bohemians whom the others made a great clamor over; I was given to understand they were just recovered from a fearful debauch; their locks were still damp from the wet towels used to restore them, and their eyes were very frenzied. I was presented to these types, who neither said nor did...