American Poets and Their TheologyGriffith and Rowland Press, 1916 - 485 pages |
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... sorrow 275 Growth of the ethical principle in his mind and writing .... 277 His interest turning from literature to politics . 280 The " Biglow Papers " his greatest work ... 282 They showed the true greatness of the Yankee stock 284 ...
... sorrow 275 Growth of the ethical principle in his mind and writing .... 277 His interest turning from literature to politics . 280 The " Biglow Papers " his greatest work ... 282 They showed the true greatness of the Yankee stock 284 ...
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... sorrow of the nation at Lincoln's death . His poetry never changed its sober and thoughtful air . The lyric and the impassioned were foreign to him . But interpretations of natural beauty were never lack- ing . He had not the melody of ...
... sorrow of the nation at Lincoln's death . His poetry never changed its sober and thoughtful air . The lyric and the impassioned were foreign to him . But interpretations of natural beauty were never lack- ing . He had not the melody of ...
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... sorrow . No one who has reached the age of seventy can remember without shame the personalities and vulgari- ties of the daily press of fifty years ago . Bryant dealt with principles rather than with persons . He was at first a ...
... sorrow . No one who has reached the age of seventy can remember without shame the personalities and vulgari- ties of the daily press of fifty years ago . Bryant dealt with principles rather than with persons . He was at first a ...
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... sorrows , crimes , and cares , To tire thee of it . " Ha ! how the murmur deepens ! I perceive And tremble at its dreadful import . Earth Uplifts a general cry for guilt and wrong , And heaven is listening . " There seems to be ...
... sorrows , crimes , and cares , To tire thee of it . " Ha ! how the murmur deepens ! I perceive And tremble at its dreadful import . Earth Uplifts a general cry for guilt and wrong , And heaven is listening . " There seems to be ...
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... sorrow : Oh , deem not they are blest alone Whose lives a peaceful tenor keep ; The Power who pities man , hath shown A blessing for the eyes that weep . The light of smiles shall fill again The lids that overflow with tears ; And weary ...
... sorrow : Oh , deem not they are blest alone Whose lives a peaceful tenor keep ; The Power who pities man , hath shown A blessing for the eyes that weep . The light of smiles shall fill again The lids that overflow with tears ; And weary ...
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American Annabel Lee beauty believe Bryant called Calvinism Christ Christian criticism dear death declares divine doctrine dream earth Emerson eternal ethical evil expression eyes faith father feel freedom gave genius George William Curtis gift give God's hath heart heaven Holmes Holmes's holy hope human hymn immortality influence intuitionalism JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL Jesus Lanier Leaves of Grass light literary literature live Longfellow Lord Lowell Lowell's man's Marshes of Glynn melody mind moral nature ness never o'er Oliver Wendell Holmes pantheistic passion Poe's poet poet's poetical poetry praise prayer prose Puritan Quaker religion religious revelation Scripture seems Sir Launfal song sorrow soul spirit stars suffering sweet thee theism theology thet thine things thou thought tion true truth Unitarian universe utterance verse voice Walt Walt Whitman Whitman Whittier words writes wrote youth
Popular passages
Page 200 - Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend ! " I shrieked, upstarting, — " Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore ! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken ! — quit the bust above my door ! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door ! " Quoth the Raven,
Page 437 - For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths— for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead.
Page 241 - STRONG Son of God, immortal Love, Whom we, that have not seen thy face, By faith, and faith alone, embrace, Believing where we cannot prove; Thine are these orbs of light and shade; Thou madest Life in man and brute ; Thou madest Death; and lo, thy foot Is on the skull which thou hast made.
Page 88 - If the red slayer think he slays, Or if the slain think he is slain, They know not well the subtle ways I keep, and pass, and turn again.
Page 340 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main, — The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair.
Page 195 - In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire Leaping higher, higher, higher, With a desperate desire, And a resolute endeavor, Now — now to sit or never, By the side of the pale-faced moon. Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of despair!
Page 247 - Down the dark future, through long generations, The echoing sounds grow fainter and then cease; And like a bell, with solemn, sweet vibrations, I hear once more the voice of Christ say, "Peace !" Peace ! and no longer from its brazen portals The blast of War's great organ shakes the skies ! But beautiful as songs of the immortals, The holy melodies of love arise.
Page 199 - Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door— Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door— Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Page 156 - I long for household voices gone, For vanished smiles I long, But God hath led my dear ones on, And He can do no wrong. I know not what the future hath Of marvel or surprise, Assured alone that life and death His mercy underlies.
Page 246 - Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State ! Sail on, O UNION, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, . ' Is hanging breathless on thy fate...