Oregon LiteratureJ. K. Gill, 1902 - 253 pagini |
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Pagina 7
... soul of dwellers in Oregon , and produced a literary beginning already made noteworthy by Miller , Markham , Simpson , Hig- ginson , Balch and many others . That the sweet nature and rich landscapes about us have done much to stimulate ...
... soul of dwellers in Oregon , and produced a literary beginning already made noteworthy by Miller , Markham , Simpson , Hig- ginson , Balch and many others . That the sweet nature and rich landscapes about us have done much to stimulate ...
Pagina 9
... Soul , " " The World Will Be on Fire , " " I Want to Be an Angel , " " There Is a Happy Land , " " Happy Day , " " Work for the Night is Com- ing , " and scores of others , among which were the na- tional odes . Such gatherings - such ...
... Soul , " " The World Will Be on Fire , " " I Want to Be an Angel , " " There Is a Happy Land , " " Happy Day , " " Work for the Night is Com- ing , " and scores of others , among which were the na- tional odes . Such gatherings - such ...
Pagina 33
... Soul , ' show him to be no idler . His spindle and distaff are ever in his hand ; he spins the flax God sends , handing the threads down to his fellows on the plain . May we not weave some of them into the woof or warp of our lives ...
... Soul , ' show him to be no idler . His spindle and distaff are ever in his hand ; he spins the flax God sends , handing the threads down to his fellows on the plain . May we not weave some of them into the woof or warp of our lives ...
Pagina 41
... soul might appease , Yet on and on through all the stars Still searched and searched insatiate Mars . Then staunch Walt Whitman saw and knew ; Forgetful of his " Leaves of Grass , " He heard his " Drum Taps , " and God drew His great soul ...
... soul might appease , Yet on and on through all the stars Still searched and searched insatiate Mars . Then staunch Walt Whitman saw and knew ; Forgetful of his " Leaves of Grass , " He heard his " Drum Taps , " and God drew His great soul ...
Pagina 44
... soul- More fraught with menace to the universe . What gulfs between him and the seraphim ! Slave of the wheel of labor , what to him Are Plato and the swing of Pleiades ? What the long reaches of the peaks of song , The rift of dawn ...
... soul- More fraught with menace to the universe . What gulfs between him and the seraphim ! Slave of the wheel of labor , what to him Are Plato and the swing of Pleiades ? What the long reaches of the peaks of song , The rift of dawn ...
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Pagina 42 - Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on!'" They sailed and sailed, as winds might blow, Until at last the blanched mate said, "Why, now not even God would know Should I and all my men fall dead. These very winds forget their way, For God from these dread seas is gone. Now speak, brave Admiral, speak and say"— He said: "Sail on! sail on! and on!
Pagina 44 - ... Is this the thing the Lord God made and gave To have dominion over sea and land; To trace the stars and search the heavens for power; To feel the passion of eternity? Is this the dream He dreamed who shaped the suns And marked their ways upon the ancient deep? Down all the caverns of Hell to their last gulf There is no shape more terrible than this...
Pagina 43 - Sail on! sail on! and on!" They sailed. They sailed. Then spake the mate: "This mad sea shows his teeth to-night. He curls his lip, he lies in wait, With lifted teeth, as if to bite! Brave Admiral, say but one good word: What shall we do when hope is gone?" The words leapt as a leaping sword: "Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on!
Pagina 195 - And the tongue is a fire, a world of iniquity: so is the ' tongue among our members, that it defileth the whole body, and setteth on fire the course of nature; and it is set on fire of hell.
Pagina 42 - Behind him lay the gray Azores, Behind, the Gates of Hercules; Before him not the ghost of shores, Before him only shoreless seas. The good mate said:'' Now must we pray, For lo! the very stars are gone. Brave Admiral, speak, what shall I say?
Pagina 35 - In men whom men condemn as ill I find so much of goodness still, In men whom men pronounce divine I find so much of sin and blot, I hesitate to draw a line Between the two, where God has not.
Pagina 44 - by the weight of centuries he leans Upon his hoe and gazes on the ground. The emptiness of ages in his face. And on his 'back the burden of the world.
Pagina 43 - Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on!" Then, pale and worn, he kept his deck, And peered through darkness. Ah, that night Of all dark nights! And then a speck— A light! A light! A light! A light! It grew, a starlit flag unfurled! It grew to be Time's burst of dawn. He gained a world; he gave that world Its grandest lesson: "On! sail on!
Pagina 7 - The charming landscape which I saw this morning is indubitably made up of some twenty or thirty farms. Miller owns this field, Locke that, and Manning the woodland beyond. But none of them owns the landscape. There is a property in the horizon which no man has but he whose eye can integrate all the parts, that is, the poet.
Pagina 44 - How will you ever straighten up this shape; Touch it again with immortality; Give back the upward looking and the light; Rebuild in it the music and the dream; Make right the immemorial infamies, Perfidious wrongs, immedicable woes?