Sculpture Poetry (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1881 Excerpt: ...Earth He trod Or warning follies as they go.: . ) The poet refiner is of thought: --To feeling tenderer shades are given, To music sweeter fancies taught To all of earth a tinge of heaven 10 The Poet God's most gentle child, With pleasure thrilled by all that's pure To verse sublime; to passion wild By wrong too grievous to endure, 1.. II He teaches hardened men to weep; His pathos sweeps the arid soul; He opes the living fountains deep That buried seem beyond control. 12 He sweetens all life's hardest ways; He leads the soul to loftier themes; He gilds the storm with brightening rays, /A And blends the rainbow with his dreams. 7 l-t3 He knows of other lives than ours;-.-7 He tells us of another world;--Eternal lives, en wreathed with flowers Whose glories are fore'er unfurled. CULPRIT FAY. i If a Spirit from heaven earthward bound, ' Sought in verse to compose an airy round, How could he outmatch the sweet Culprit Fay, . Or in music sing more delicious lay? Revere the Poet for all time, Whose solemn, contemplative rhyme--Conceptions of majestic lyre --Condemn the triflers to their pyre. Not for one age thy work was done, 'Twill live when Time his race has run; Each cycle still will'bear it down The stream of years with fresh renown. Nature is all adored by thee. Her works ne'er could more honored be Than in thy song, whose reverent aim Has linked her glory with thy fame. 4 A wondrous poise is in thy song, Like Anthem sweeping grand along; Thy verses roll like ocean wave, In noble movement, free from rave. Achastelymind is thy rare charm; On thy pure page no theme can harm, High priest of Nature, laurel-crowned, Thy thoughts with sermons true abound. WHITTIER. Thy trumpet voice was Slavery's knell Like solid shot thy verses fell Upon that dark and noxious p...