The Poetical WorksHoughton, Mifflin and Company, 1885 - 472 oldal |
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127. oldal
... John , and feel nothing more than a half - comic sorrow , to think that they all will be lying to - morrow tossed carelessly up on the waste - paper shelves , and forgotten by all but their half - dozen selves . Once snug in my attic ...
... John , and feel nothing more than a half - comic sorrow , to think that they all will be lying to - morrow tossed carelessly up on the waste - paper shelves , and forgotten by all but their half - dozen selves . Once snug in my attic ...
136. oldal
... John Bul All American authors who have more or less Of that anti - American humbug - suc- cess , While in private we ' re always em- bracing the knees Of some twopenny editor over the seas , And licking his critical shoes , for you know ...
... John Bul All American authors who have more or less Of that anti - American humbug - suc- cess , While in private we ' re always em- bracing the knees Of some twopenny editor over the seas , And licking his critical shoes , for you know ...
146. oldal
... John Neal , whe has wasted in Maine The sinews and chords of his pugilist brain , Who might have been poet , but that , in its stead , he Preferred to believe that he was so al- ready ; Too hasty to wait till Art's ripe fruit should ...
... John Neal , whe has wasted in Maine The sinews and chords of his pugilist brain , Who might have been poet , but that , in its stead , he Preferred to believe that he was so al- ready ; Too hasty to wait till Art's ripe fruit should ...
147. oldal
... John Bunyan Fouqué , a Puri- tan Tieck ; When nature was shaping him , clay was not granted For making so full - sized a man as she wanted , So , to fill out her model , a little she spared From some finer - grained stuff for a woman ...
... John Bunyan Fouqué , a Puri- tan Tieck ; When nature was shaping him , clay was not granted For making so full - sized a man as she wanted , So , to fill out her model , a little she spared From some finer - grained stuff for a woman ...
148. oldal
... mob be the upper ten thou- sand or lower . " There are truths you Americans need to be told , And it never ' ll refute them to swagge and scold ; John Bull , looking o'er the Atlantic , in choler 148 A FABLE FOR CRITICS .
... mob be the upper ten thou- sand or lower . " There are truths you Americans need to be told , And it never ' ll refute them to swagge and scold ; John Bull , looking o'er the Atlantic , in choler 148 A FABLE FOR CRITICS .
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45. oldal - New occasions teach new duties : Time makes ancient good uncouth ; They must upward still, and onward, who would keep abreast of Truth ; Lo, before us gleam her camp-fires ! we ourselves must Pilgrims be, Launch our Mayflower, and steer boldly through the desperate winter sea. Nor attempt the Future's portal with the Past's blood-rusted key.
86. oldal - BE NOBLE ! and the nobleness that lies In other men, sleeping, but never dead, Will rise in majesty to meet thine own ; Then wilt thou see it gleam in many eyes, Then will pure light around thy path be shed, And thou wilt nevermore be sad and lone.
100. oldal - This water His blood that died on the tree ; The Holy Supper is kept, indeed, In whatso we share with another's need ; Not what we give, but what we share, — For the gift without the giver is bare ; Who gives himself with his alms feeds three, — Himself, his hungering neighbour, and Me.
95. oldal - First guessed by faint auroral flushes sent Along the wavering vista of his dream. Not only around our infancy Doth heaven with all its splendors lie, Daily, with souls that cringe and plot, We Sinais climb and know it not. Over our manhood bend the skies ; Against our fallen and traitor lives The great winds utter prophecies ; With our faint hearts the mountain strives, Its arms outstretched, the druid wood Waits with its benedicite ; And to our age's drowsy blood Still shouts the inspiring sea.
44. oldal - Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide, In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or evil side; Some great cause, God's new Messiah, offering each the bloom or blight, Parts the goats upon the left hand, and the sheep upon the right.1 And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light.
410. oldal - Great captains, with their guns and drums, Disturb our judgment for the hour, But at last silence comes; These all are gone, and, standing like a tower, Our children shall behold his fame, The kindly-earnest, brave, foreseeing man, Sagacious, patient, dreading praise, not blame, New birth of our new soil, the first American.
44. oldal - ... Falsehood, for the good or evil side ; Some great cause, God's new Messiah, offering each the bloom or blight, Parts the goats upon the left hand, and the sheep upon the right, And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light. Hast thou chosen, O my people, on whose party thou shalt stand, Ere the Doom from its worn sandals shakes the dust against our land ? Though the cause of Evil prosper, yet 't is Truth alone is strong, And, albeit she wander outcast now, I see around her...
229. oldal - There warn't no stoves (tell comfort died) To bake ye to a puddin'. The wa'nut logs shot sparkles out Towards the pootiest, bless her, An' leetle flames danced all about The chiny on the dresser. Agin the chimbley crook-necks hung, An' in amongst 'em rusted The ole queen's-arm thet gran'ther Young Fetched back f'om Concord busted.
134. oldal - Mix well, and while stirring, hum o'er, as a spell, The fine old English Gentleman, simmer it well, Sweeten just to your own private liking, then strain, That only the finest and clearest remain, Let it stand out of doors till a soul it receives From the warm lazy sun loitering down through green leaves, And you'll find a choice nature, not wholly deserving A name either English or Yankee, — just Irving.
x. oldal - Yet in herself she dwelleth not, Although no home were half so fair; No simplest duty is forgot, Life hath no dim and lowly spot That doth not in her sunshine share. She doeth little kindnesses, Which most leave undone, or despise: For naught that sets one heart at ease, And giveth happiness or peace, Is low-esteemed in her eyes.