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... poets , or statesmen , there are none to light up our annals , —or at most perhaps one solitary star : but when we look deeper , when we look not merely at the prominent features , but at the whole , we then perceive that though our ...
... poets , or statesmen , there are none to light up our annals , —or at most perhaps one solitary star : but when we look deeper , when we look not merely at the prominent features , but at the whole , we then perceive that though our ...
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... poets who succeeded the minstrels must needs ransack the stores of heathen mythology , and look back to ancient Greece or Rome , before they can find a theme fit for their praises ; and of the truth of this statement there can be no ...
... poets who succeeded the minstrels must needs ransack the stores of heathen mythology , and look back to ancient Greece or Rome , before they can find a theme fit for their praises ; and of the truth of this statement there can be no ...
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... poet's daily tipple ; And have hushed his whining drivel , and bedecked him spruce and gay , And put him in the best of seats , and let him see the play . The reader concluded , and paused , expecting an outburst such as that which had ...
... poet's daily tipple ; And have hushed his whining drivel , and bedecked him spruce and gay , And put him in the best of seats , and let him see the play . The reader concluded , and paused , expecting an outburst such as that which had ...
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... poetic rapture , in the sunny pastures of ancient romance ; much less have we ventured down to those arid wastes , into which the Saturday Review makes its weekly incursions , and retreating , shoots a bitter arrow against the phantom ...
... poetic rapture , in the sunny pastures of ancient romance ; much less have we ventured down to those arid wastes , into which the Saturday Review makes its weekly incursions , and retreating , shoots a bitter arrow against the phantom ...
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... poet - nobles of Provence , with their wild romantic lives and hot passions , and their literature that seems to spring up full grown , without an infancy or youth , and after filling one full , isolated , well rounded period of 200 ...
... poet - nobles of Provence , with their wild romantic lives and hot passions , and their literature that seems to spring up full grown , without an infancy or youth , and after filling one full , isolated , well rounded period of 200 ...
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Page 156 - Is there so small a range In the present strength of manhood, that the high Imagination cannot freely fly As she was wont of old ? prepare her steeds, Paw up against the light, and do strange deeds Upon the clouds?
Page 150 - Read from some humbler poet. Whose songs gushed from his heart. As showers from the clouds of summer. Or tears from the eyelids start; Who, through long days of labor.
Page 225 - Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you For every day. Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever ; Do noble things, not dream them, all day long : And so make life, death, and that vast for-ever One grand, sweet song.
Page 254 - Hey, diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle, The cow jumped over the moon. The little dog laughed to see such sport, And the dish ran away with the spoon!
Page 195 - And the green turf lie lightly on thy breast : There shall the morn her earliest tears bestow, There the first roses of the year shall blow ; While angels with their silver wings o'ersluide The ground, now sacred by thy reliques made.
Page 18 - Man is his own star; and the soul that can Render an honest and a perfect man, Commands all light, all influence, all fate; Nothing to him falls early or too late. Our acts our angels are, or good or ill, Our fatal shadows that walk by us still.
Page 148 - Wrapped in furs and armed for hunting, With his mighty bow of ash-tree, With his quiver full of arrows, With his mittens, Minjekahwun, Into the vast and vacant forest On his snow-shoes strode he forward. "Gitche Manito, the Mighty!
Page 220 - Nor fear'd the chief th' unequal fight to try, Who sought no more than on his foe to die. But this bold lord, with manly strength...
Page 253 - JACK and Jill went up the hill, To fetch a pail of water; Jack fell down and broke his crown And Jill came tumbling after.
Page 220 - T' inclose the lock; now joins it, to divide. Ev'n then, before the fatal engine closed, A wretched sylph too fondly interposed; Fate urged the shears, and cut the sylph in twain, (But airy substance soon unites again) The meeting points the sacred hair dissever From the fair head, for ever, and for ever! Then flash'd the living lightning from her eyes, And screams of horror rend th