The Overland MonthlySamuel Carson, 1889 |
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Stran 89 - In the four quarters of the globe, who reads an American book, or goes to an American play, or looks at an American picture or statue...
Stran 109 - But eagles, golden-feather'd, who do tower Above us in their beauty, and must reign In right thereof; for 'tis the eternal law That first in beauty should be first in might : Yea, by that law, another race may drive Our conquerors to mourn as we do now.
Stran 109 - Now nature is not at variance with art nor art with nature, they being both the servants of his providence; art is the perfection of nature; were the world now as it was the sixth day, there were yet a chaos; nature hath made one world and art another. In brief, all things are artificial, for nature is the art of God.
Stran 109 - The point of one white star is quivering still Deep in the orange light of widening morn Beyond the purple mountains : through a chasm Of wind-divided mist the darker lake Reflects it : now it wanes : it gleams again As the waves fade, and as the burning threads Of woven cloud unravel in pale air : Tis lost ! and through yon peaks of cloud-like snow The roseate sunlight quivers...
Stran 247 - Mont Blanc is the monarch of mountains, They crowned him long ago On a throne of rocks, in a robe of clouds, With a diadem of snow.
Stran 66 - Were half the power, that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals or forts...
Stran 191 - KNOWEST thou the time when the wild goats of the rock bring forth...
Stran 205 - All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom.
Stran 61 - ... poor nations are hungry, and rich nations are proud ; and pride and hunger will ever be at variance.
Stran 104 - It is important, therefore, to hold fast to this : that poetry is at bottom a criticism of life ; that the greatness , of a poet lies in his powerful and beautiful application of ideas to life, — to the question : How to live.