Poets' Homes: Pen and Pencil Sketches of American Poets and Their HomesD. Lothrop, 1879 - 232 pages |
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... printing office , learning to set type . For three years following , he continued to set type , to read and study , and then , when scarcely seventeen years old , he began to teach school on the Island , in the counties of Queens and ...
... printing office , learning to set type . For three years following , he continued to set type , to read and study , and then , when scarcely seventeen years old , he began to teach school on the Island , in the counties of Queens and ...
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... printed , copied and quoted , - a success brilliant enough to quite turn the head of a youthful aspirant . Other contributions followed , with an occasional " shy " at poetry , until he finally left off " boarding round " and went to ...
... printed , copied and quoted , - a success brilliant enough to quite turn the head of a youthful aspirant . Other contributions followed , with an occasional " shy " at poetry , until he finally left off " boarding round " and went to ...
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... printed and bound , formed a thin quarto volume which was labeled , in large let- ters , " Leaves of Grass . " In the frontispiece was a neatly engraved half length portrait of a youngish man , wearing a broad - brimmed hat , rather ...
... printed and bound , formed a thin quarto volume which was labeled , in large let- ters , " Leaves of Grass . " In the frontispiece was a neatly engraved half length portrait of a youngish man , wearing a broad - brimmed hat , rather ...
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... printing was poorly done , the publisher was unknown to fame , the style of the poems was different from anything hitherto known under the sun , and altogether the prospect of THE NEW YORK BLIC LIBRARY INOX AND TILDEN FOUNDATIONS R 42 ...
... printing was poorly done , the publisher was unknown to fame , the style of the poems was different from anything hitherto known under the sun , and altogether the prospect of THE NEW YORK BLIC LIBRARY INOX AND TILDEN FOUNDATIONS R 42 ...
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... printed in Boston , in 1860 , in a very elegant manner , and still further enlarged , had somewhat better luck . In the financial crash that preceded and followed the outbreak of war , the publishers failed a few hundred copies of the ...
... printed in Boston , in 1860 , in a very elegant manner , and still further enlarged , had somewhat better luck . In the financial crash that preceded and followed the outbreak of war , the publishers failed a few hundred copies of the ...
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Page 22 - Biron they call him; but a merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal : His eye begets occasion for his wit; For every object that the one doth catch, The other turns to a mirth-moving jest...
Page 91 - By the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their flag to April's breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood, And fired the shot heard round the world. The foe long since in silence slept; Alike the conqueror silent sleeps; And Time the ruined bridge has swept Down the dark stream which seaward creeps. On this green bank, by this soft stream, We set today a votive stone; That memory may their deed redeem, When, like our sires, our sons are gone. Spirit...
Page 91 - Rhodora! if the sages ask thee why This charm is wasted on the earth and sky, Tell them, dear, that if eyes were made for seeing, Then Beauty is its own excuse for being: Why thou wert there, O rival of the rose! I never thought to ask, I never knew: But, in my simple ignorance, suppose The self-same power that brought me there brought you.
Page 37 - O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up — for you the flag is flung — for you the bugle trills, 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 91 - Spirit, that made those heroes dare To die, and leave their children free, Bid Time and Nature gently spare The shaft we raise to them and thee.
Page 37 - O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN! O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
Page 37 - O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain! my Captain!
Page 17 - I WROTE some lines once on a time In wondrous merry mood, And thought, as usual, men would say They were exceeding good. They were so queer, so very queer, I laughed as I would die; Albeit, in the general way, A sober man am I. I called my servant, and he came; How kind it was of him, To mind a slender man like me, He of the mighty limb ! "These to the printer," I exclaimed, And, in my humorous way, I added (as a trifling jest), "There'll be the devil to pay.
Page 37 - My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done, From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won; Exult O shores, and ring O bells! But I with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
Page 91 - My angel — his name is Freedom — Choose him to be your king; He shall cut pathways east and west And fend you with his wing.