On the beryl-rimmed rebecs of RubyIt is easy to guess that Longfellow, in his North American Review article, drew from Dr. Chivers and his kin his picture of those ‘writers, turgid and extravagant,’ to be found in American literature. He farther says of them: ‘Instead of ideas, they give us merely the signs of ideas. They erect a great bridge of words, pompous and imposing, where there is hardly a drop of thought to trickle beneath. Is not he who thus apostrophizes the clouds, “ Ye posters of the wakeless air! ” quite as extravagant as the Spanish poet, who calls a star a ’
Brought fresh from the hyaline streams,
She played on the banks of the Yuba
Such songs as she heard in her dreams,
Like the heavens when the stars from their eyries
Look down through the ebon night air,
Where the groves by the Ouphantic Fairies
Lit up for my Lily Adair,
For my child-like Lily Adair,
For my heaven-born Lily Adair,
For my beautiful, dutiful Lily Adair.
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