Papers on Literature and Art, Parts 1-2Wiley and Putnam, 1846 - American literature |
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... wish that I " could find time to write , " it will be a satisfaction to know that , though the last twenty months is the first period in my life when it has been permitted me to make my pen my chief means of expressing my thoughts , yet ...
... wish that I " could find time to write , " it will be a satisfaction to know that , though the last twenty months is the first period in my life when it has been permitted me to make my pen my chief means of expressing my thoughts , yet ...
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... wish to meet thinking men , not schoolmasters or pleaders . We wish that they should do full justice to their own view , but also that they should be frank with us , and , if now our superiors , treat us as if we might some time rise to ...
... wish to meet thinking men , not schoolmasters or pleaders . We wish that they should do full justice to their own view , but also that they should be frank with us , and , if now our superiors , treat us as if we might some time rise to ...
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... wish to hear in prose the meaning of my melody . I do not wish to see my seed neatly put away beneath a paper label . Answer in new pœans to the soul of our souls . Wake me to sweeter childhood by a fresher growth . At pres- ent you are ...
... wish to hear in prose the meaning of my melody . I do not wish to see my seed neatly put away beneath a paper label . Answer in new pœans to the soul of our souls . Wake me to sweeter childhood by a fresher growth . At pres- ent you are ...
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... is my criticism . POET . If one object does not satisfy you , pass on to another and say nothing . CRITIC . It is not so that it would be well with me . I must ✓ penetrate the secret of my wishes , verify the A DIALOGUE . 13.
... is my criticism . POET . If one object does not satisfy you , pass on to another and say nothing . CRITIC . It is not so that it would be well with me . I must ✓ penetrate the secret of my wishes , verify the A DIALOGUE . 13.
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Margaret Fuller. ✓ penetrate the secret of my wishes , verify the justice of my rea- sonings . I must examine , compare , sift , and winnow ; what can bear this ordeal remains to me as pure gold . I cannot pass on till I know what I ...
Margaret Fuller. ✓ penetrate the secret of my wishes , verify the justice of my rea- sonings . I must examine , compare , sift , and winnow ; what can bear this ordeal remains to me as pure gold . I cannot pass on till I know what I ...
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Page 71 - What thou art we know not: What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Page 72 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine: I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Page 37 - I was confirmed in this opinion, that he who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things, ought himself to be a true poem...
Page 40 - In speech (which I have not) to make your will Quite clear to such an one, and say, "Just this "Or that in you disgusts me; here you miss, "Or there exceed the mark...
Page 87 - A grief without a pang, void, dark, and drear, A stifled, drowsy, unimpassioned grief, Which finds no natural outlet, no relief, In word, or sigh, or tear O Lady!
Page 74 - Round whose rude shaft dark ivy-tresses grew Yet dripping with the forest's noonday dew, Vibrated, as the ever-beating heart Shook the weak hand that grasped it; of that crew He came the last, neglected and apart; A herd-abandoned deer struck by the hunter's dart.
Page 74 - A love in desolation masked— a Power Girt round with weakness — it can scarce uplift The weight of the superincumbent hour ; It is a dying lamp, a falling shower, A breaking billow ; — even whilst we speak Is it not broken ? On the withering flower The killing sun smiles brightly ; on a cheek The life can burn in blood, even while the heart may break.
Page 157 - Rise the blue Franconian mountains, Nuremberg, the ancient, stands. Quaint old town of toil and traffic, quaint old town of art and song, Memories haunt thy pointed gables, like the rooks that round them throng: Memories of the Middle Ages, when the emperors, rough and bold, Had their dwelling in thy castle, time-defying, centuries old; And thy brave and thrifty burghers boasted, in their uncouth rhyme, That their great imperial city stretched its hand through every clime.
Page 72 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields or waves or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be; Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee; Thou lovest, but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Page 88 - To lift the smothering weight from off my breast? It were a vain endeavour, Though I should gaze for ever On that green light that lingers in the west: I may not hope from outward forms to win The passion and the life, whose fountains are within.