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American Renaissance

Literary Peroid
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karin kantar

on 28 April 2010

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American Renaissance
1830-1880 Moby Dick Leaves of Grass The Scarlet Letter The House of the Seven Gables Walden Representative Men The "Brahmins" Emerson Fuller Thorneau Asher B. Durand:
Kindered Spirits Thomas Cole: The Oxbow "It was a Renaissance in the sense of a flowering, excitement over human possibilities, and a high regard for individual ego. "

1861–1865 Hawthorne Whitman - Woodlief Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,
Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields,
Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air
Hides hill and woods, the river, and the heaven,
And veils the farmhouse at the garden's end.
The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet
Delated, all friends shut out, the housemates sit
Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed
In a tumultuous privacy of storm.
Come see the north wind's masonry.
Out of an unseen quarry evermore
Furnished with tile, the fierce artificer
Curves his white bastions with projected roof
Round every windward stake, or tree, or door.
Speeding, the myriad-handed, his wild work
So fanciful, so savage, nought cares he
For number or proportion. Mockingly,
On coop or kennel he hangs Parian wreaths;
A swan-like form invests the hiddden thorn;
Fills up the famer's lane from wall to wall,
Maugre the farmer's sighs; and at the gate
A tapering turret overtops the work.
And when his hours are numbered, and the world
Is all his own, retiring, as he were not,
Leaves, when the sun appears, astonished Art
To mimic in slow structures, stone by stone,
Built in an age, the mad wind's night-work,
The frolic architecture of the snow.
The Snowstorm
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