A New England ReaderVan Wyck Brooks New England literature from William Bradford to the poems of Robert Lowell. |
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Page 161
... poet's soul . It comes to him a thought , tangled in the meshes of a few sweet words , -words that have loved each other from the cradle of the language , but have never been wedded until now . Whether it will ever fully embody itself ...
... poet's soul . It comes to him a thought , tangled in the meshes of a few sweet words , -words that have loved each other from the cradle of the language , but have never been wedded until now . Whether it will ever fully embody itself ...
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Van Wyck Brooks. JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL [ 1819-1891 Lowell , the class poet at Harvard in 1838 , was not only a poet but a critical writer of great reputation in America and in England . In the Biglow Papers , his most original work in ...
Van Wyck Brooks. JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL [ 1819-1891 Lowell , the class poet at Harvard in 1838 , was not only a poet but a critical writer of great reputation in America and in England . In the Biglow Papers , his most original work in ...
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... poet , and some of his sonnets ( tak- ing all qualities into consideration ) are the most perfect in our lan- guage . No doubt there is something tropical and of strange over- growth in his sudden maturity , but it was maturity ...
... poet , and some of his sonnets ( tak- ing all qualities into consideration ) are the most perfect in our lan- guage . No doubt there is something tropical and of strange over- growth in his sudden maturity , but it was maturity ...
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To My Dear and Loving Husband | 9 |
A Confession | 16 |
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