The Spirit of American LiteratureBoni & Liveright, 1913 - 347 sider |
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Side 15
... truth is , the whole country is crying out for those who will record it , satirize it , chant it . As literary material , it is virgin land , ancient as life and fresh as a wilderness . ' American literature is one occupation which is ...
... truth is , the whole country is crying out for those who will record it , satirize it , chant it . As literary material , it is virgin land , ancient as life and fresh as a wilderness . ' American literature is one occupation which is ...
Side 26
... a very modern man , is accounted for in terms of the “ eighteenth - century spirit . " The truth seems to be that nineteenth - century thought everywhere is eclectic , and of its many voices each is 26 THE SPIRIT OF AMERICAN LITERATURE.
... a very modern man , is accounted for in terms of the “ eighteenth - century spirit . " The truth seems to be that nineteenth - century thought everywhere is eclectic , and of its many voices each is 26 THE SPIRIT OF AMERICAN LITERATURE.
Side 56
... truth , that this perplexing world will not contract itself and comfortably revolve within the geometric sphere of any logical scheme of thought . Emerson is like Plato , whose dialogues , though they may be systematized by critics ...
... truth , that this perplexing world will not contract itself and comfortably revolve within the geometric sphere of any logical scheme of thought . Emerson is like Plato , whose dialogues , though they may be systematized by critics ...
Side 57
... truth is , his work is singularly unified , not only section for section , essay for essay , but regarded as a whole from his first lecture to his last . Matter so homogeneous as his may break up into globules like spilt mercury , but ...
... truth is , his work is singularly unified , not only section for section , essay for essay , but regarded as a whole from his first lecture to his last . Matter so homogeneous as his may break up into globules like spilt mercury , but ...
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... truth because it is itself real ; it loves right , it knows nothing else ; but it makes no progress it lies in the sun and broods on the world . " Emerson does not say that this is the only good ideal , but he phrases it strongly enough ...
... truth because it is itself real ; it loves right , it knows nothing else ; but it makes no progress it lies in the sun and broods on the world . " Emerson does not say that this is the only good ideal , but he phrases it strongly enough ...
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Side 230 - Come lovely and soothing death, Undulate round the world, serenely arriving, arriving, In the day, in the night, to all, to each, Sooner or later delicate death.
Side 178 - The government itself, which is only the mode which the people have chosen to execute their will, is equally liable to be abused and perverted before the people can act through it.
Side 221 - RECONCILIATION WORD over all, beautiful as the sky, Beautiful that war and all its deeds of carnage must in time be utterly lost...
Side 79 - No author, without a trial, can conceive of the difficulty of writing a romance about a country where there is no shadow, no antiquity, no mystery, no picturesque and gloomy wrong, nor anything but a commonplace prosperity, in broad and simple daylight, as is happily the case with my dear native land.
Side 238 - O happy life! O songs of joy! In the air, in the woods, over fields, Loved! loved! loved! loved! loved! But my mate no more, no more with me! We two together no more.
Side 191 - It may be glorious to write Thoughts that shall glad the two or three High souls, like those far stars that come in sight Once in a century ; — But better far it is to speak One simple word, which now and then Shall waken their free nature in the weak And friendless sons of men...
Side 259 - IN THIS book a number of dialects are used, to wit: the Missouri Negro dialect; the extremest form of the backwoods Southwestern dialect; the ordinary "Pike County" dialect; and four modified varieties of this last. The shadings have not been done in a haphazard fashion, or by guesswork; but painstakingly, and with the trustworthy guidance and support of personal familiarity with these several forms of speech.
Side 111 - I LOVE the old melodious lays Which softly melt the ages through, The songs of Spenser's golden days, Arcadian Sidney's silvery phrase, Sprinkling our noon of time with freshest morning dew.
Side 146 - A skilful literary artist has constructed a tale. If wise, he has not fashioned his thoughts to accommodate his incidents; but having conceived, with deliberate care, a certain unique or single effect to be wrought out, he then invents such incidents — he then combines such events that may best aid him in establishing this preconceived effect.
Side 104 - MILTON I pace the sounding sea-beach and behold How the voluminous billows roll and run, Upheaving and subsiding, while the sun Shines through their sheeted emerald far unrolled, And the ninth wave, slow gathering fold by fold All its loose-flowing garments into one, Plunges upon the shore, and floods the dun Pale reach of sands, and changes them to gold.