Edmund Clarence Stedman
Edmund Clarence Stedman
Edmund Clarence Stedmanwas an American poet, critic, essayist, banker, and scientist...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth8 October 1833
CountryUnited States of America
light gold hoboken
No, he was no such charlatan-- Count de Hoboken Flash-in-the-Pan-- Full of gasconade and bravado, But a regular, rich Don Rataplane, Santa Claus de la Muscavado, Senor Grandissimo Bastinado! His was the rental of half Havana And all Matanzas; and Santa Ana, Rich as he was, could hardly hold A candle to light the mines of gold Our Cuban owned.
hands looks mould
Look on this cast, and know the hand That bore a nation in its hold; From this mute witness understand What Lincoln was - how large of mould.
summer song fall
The weary August days are long; The locusts sing a plaintive song, The cattle miss their master's call When they see the sunset shadows fall.
strong drawing gold
But every human path leads on to God; He holds a myriad finer threads than gold, And strong as holy wishes, drawing us With delicate tension upward to Himself.
art excellence chiefs
Poetry is an art, and chief of the fine art; the easiest to dabble in, the hardest in which to reach true excellence.
military honor birthright
Worth, courage, honor, these indeed Your sustenance and birthright are.
fate sea rude
Alas, by what rude fate Our lives, like ships at sea, an instant meet, Then part forever on their courses fleet.
men egotism one-man
Men are egotists, and not all tolerant of one man's selfhood; they do not always deem the amities elective.
men hands years
Lo, as I gaze, the statured man, Built up from you large hand appears: A type that nature wills to plan But once in all a people's years.
song joy singing
Faith and joy are the ascensive forces of song.
luck born right-time
Yes, there's a luck in most things; and in none more than being born at the right time.
art soul faults
Natural emotion is the soul of poetry, as melody is of music; the same faults are engendered by over-study of either art; there is a lack of sincerity, of irresistible impulse in both the poet and the, composer.
strong future flames
Is there a rarer being, Is there a fairer sphere Where the strong are not unseeing, And the harvests are not sere; Where, ere the seasons dwindle They yield their due return; Where the lamps of knowledge kindle While the flames of youth still burn?
poet accepting critics
A critic must accept what is best in a poet, and thus become his best encourager.