Variosa: A Collection of Sketches, Essays and Verses1911 - 266 strani |
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Stran 9
... hand to strike the ready - strung lyre , nor voice to embalm their thoughts and feelings in deathless song . Through all those years of rest and silence , Poetry was sleeping in the Southern vales , rippling in the limpid , flower ...
... hand to strike the ready - strung lyre , nor voice to embalm their thoughts and feelings in deathless song . Through all those years of rest and silence , Poetry was sleeping in the Southern vales , rippling in the limpid , flower ...
Stran 10
... hand and had brought forth the wild , weird , incongruous wails of despair and desolation ; but Poe was a cosmopo- litan waif thrown to the surface by the jarring ele- ments within him , and while his genius dazzles like a meteor ...
... hand and had brought forth the wild , weird , incongruous wails of despair and desolation ; but Poe was a cosmopo- litan waif thrown to the surface by the jarring ele- ments within him , and while his genius dazzles like a meteor ...
Stran 11
... hand in some idle hour , and wanting the name and prestige of a jewel , its value was un- recognized and its luster was soon forgotten . Now and then some clear note saluted the public ear , but it was like that of " Some bird which ...
... hand in some idle hour , and wanting the name and prestige of a jewel , its value was un- recognized and its luster was soon forgotten . Now and then some clear note saluted the public ear , but it was like that of " Some bird which ...
Stran 13
... hands to show that the deep spirit of Poetry was moving on the Southern heart and struggling into utterance . Among the soft minor notes that promised soon to swell into a full volume of entrancing symphony , I call to mind now none ...
... hands to show that the deep spirit of Poetry was moving on the Southern heart and struggling into utterance . Among the soft minor notes that promised soon to swell into a full volume of entrancing symphony , I call to mind now none ...
Stran 18
... hand , he builds promptly and assiduously with the other . The whole poem breathes the spirit of a man who takes a hopeful view of life and regards nothing that can happen in this world as an unmitigated calamity . He extracts some good ...
... hand , he builds promptly and assiduously with the other . The whole poem breathes the spirit of a man who takes a hopeful view of life and regards nothing that can happen in this world as an unmitigated calamity . He extracts some good ...
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A. P. Hill army artillery battle BATTLE OF CHANCELLORSVILLE beautiful brave breastworks brigade caisson called Carolina cavalry Chancellorsville cheer child Confederate cradle darkness dead death depths dream earth enemy eyes face faithful fame feel field fire foot cavalry forever Fredericksburg friends gathered gloom glorious glory grave Hampton hand Hayne heart Henry Timrod honor Hooker's hope horse hour human Jake James Westmoreland land light living look manhood memory morning mortal vision moved ness never night ocean passed patriotism Paul Hayne poem poet rebel yell rest road rolling rushed scalawags scene shadows Silas Knight silent soldier sorrow soul sound South Carolina Spartanburg county spirit stand stars stood strong tender things thought tide Timrod troops true truth Wade Hampton whole wild William Jones wonder woods words yards young
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Stran 124 - Shall we build to ambition ? Oh, no ! Affrighted he shrinketh away : For see they would pin him below, In a small narrow cave, and begirt with cold clay, To the meanest of reptiles a peer and a prey.
Stran 45 - I hear a murmur, as of waves That grope their way through sunless caves, Like bodies struggling in their graves, Carolina! And now it deepens; slow and grand It swells, as rolling to the land An ocean broke upon the strand, Carolina! Shout! let it reach the startled Huns! And roar with all thy festal guns! It is the answer of thy sons, Carolina!
Stran 124 - In a small narrow cave, and, begirt with cold clay, To the meanest of reptiles a peer and a prey. To Beauty ? Ah no ! she forgets The charms which she wielded before ; Nor knows the foul worm that he frets The skin...
Stran 228 - I have been writing my thoughts in prose and verse ; history, philosophy, drama, romance, tradition, satire, ode and song — I have tried all. But I feel I have not said the thousandth part of what is in me. When I go down to the grave, I can say like so many others, ' I have finished my day's work,' but I cannot say
Stran 89 - Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can Honor's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death?
Stran 125 - To the pleasures which Mirth can afford, The revel, the laugh and the jeer ? Ah ! here is a plentiful board ! But the guests are all mute as their pitiful cheer, And none but the worm is a reveller here. Shall we build to Affection and Love ? Ah, no ! they have withered and died, Or fled with the spirit above ; Friends, brothers and sisters are laid side by side, Yet none have saluted, and none have replied.
Stran 125 - The skin which but yesterday fools could adore. For the smoothness it held, or the tint which it wore. Shall we build to the purple of Pride, The trappings which dizen the proud? Alas! they are all laid aside, And here's neither dress nor adornment allowed, But the long winding sheet and the fringe of the shroud.
Stran 124 - Methinks it is good to be here ; If Thou wilt, let us build— but for whom ? Nor Elias nor Moses appear, But the shadows of eve that encompass the gloom, The abode of the dead and the place of the tomb.
Stran 18 - Tis true thy progress layeth Full many a loved one low. And for the brave and beautiful Thou hast caused our tears to flow ; But always...
Stran 125 - To the pleasures which Mirth can afford ; — The revel, the laugh, and the jeer ? Ah ! here is a plentiful board ; But the guests are all mute as their pitiful cheer, And none but the worm is a reveller here.