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Stran 112 - 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 139 - 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 138 - 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 138 - 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 295 - 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 82 - 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 237 - KNOWEST thou the time when the wild goats of the rock bring forth...
Stran 251 - All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom.
Stran 77 - ... poor nations are hungry, and rich nations are proud ; and pride and hunger will ever be at variance.