A Library of American Literature from the Earliest Settlement to the Present Time: Literature of the republic, pt. 3, 1835-1860Edmund Clarence Stedman, Ellen Mackay Hutchinson, Mrs. Ellen Mackay Hutchinson Cortissoz W. E. Benjamin, 1894 |
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... born Than ever Triton blew from wreathed horn ! While on mine ear it rings , Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings : - Build thee more stately mansions , O my soul , As the swift seasons roll ! Leave thy low ...
... born Than ever Triton blew from wreathed horn ! While on mine ear it rings , Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings : - Build thee more stately mansions , O my soul , As the swift seasons roll ! Leave thy low ...
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... born chick ; ( To match the model he is afming at He ought to wear an egg - shell for a hat ) ; Which of these objects would a painter choose , And which Velasquez or Van Dyke refuse ? James Henry Hammond . BORN in Newberry , S. C. 1835 ...
... born chick ; ( To match the model he is afming at He ought to wear an egg - shell for a hat ) ; Which of these objects would a painter choose , And which Velasquez or Van Dyke refuse ? James Henry Hammond . BORN in Newberry , S. C. 1835 ...
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... BORN in Newberry , S. C. , 1807. DIED at Beech Island , Aiken Co. , S. C. , 1864 . THE PATRIARCHAL SYSTEM VS. WHITE SLAVERY . [ Slavery in the Light of Political Science . - From " Cotton is King , " by David Christy , and Pro - Slavery ...
... BORN in Newberry , S. C. , 1807. DIED at Beech Island , Aiken Co. , S. C. , 1864 . THE PATRIARCHAL SYSTEM VS. WHITE SLAVERY . [ Slavery in the Light of Political Science . - From " Cotton is King , " by David Christy , and Pro - Slavery ...
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... BORN in New Britain , Conn . , 1810. DIED there , 1879 . A LEARNED BLACKSMITH . [ Elihu Burritt ; A Memorial Volume . Edited by Chas . Northend . 1879. ] I WAS the youngest of many brethren , and my parents were poor . My means of ...
... BORN in New Britain , Conn . , 1810. DIED there , 1879 . A LEARNED BLACKSMITH . [ Elihu Burritt ; A Memorial Volume . Edited by Chas . Northend . 1879. ] I WAS the youngest of many brethren , and my parents were poor . My means of ...
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... BORN in Boston , Mass . , 1810 . AFRICAN PREACHERS . [ Record of an Obscure Man . 1861. ] HAVE heard much , " I said , after a few moments ' pause , " of the eloquence of African preachers , but I have not yet had the good fortune to ...
... BORN in Boston , Mass . , 1810 . AFRICAN PREACHERS . [ Record of an Obscure Man . 1861. ] HAVE heard much , " I said , after a few moments ' pause , " of the eloquence of African preachers , but I have not yet had the good fortune to ...
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Seite 3 - AY, tear her tattered ensign down! -£^- Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky; Beneath it rung the battle shout, And burst the cannon's roar;— The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more! Her deck, once red with heroes...
Seite 29 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main, — The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair.
Seite 510 - O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain! my Captain!
Seite 490 - His truth is marching on. I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps; They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps; I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps His day is marching on. I have read a fiery gospel, writ in burnished rows of steel; "As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal; Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel, Since God is marching on.
Seite 434 - THE snow had begun in the gloaming, And busily all the night Had been heaping field and highway With a silence deep and white. Every pine and fir and hemlock Wore ermine too dear for an earl, And the poorest twig on the elm-tree Was ridged inch deep with pearl.
Seite 548 - The muffled drum's sad roll has beat The soldier's last tattoo; No more on life's parade shall meet That brave and fallen few. On Fame's eternal camping ground * Their silent tents are spread, And Glory guards, with solemn round, The bivouac of the dead.
Seite 502 - A child said, What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he. I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven.
Seite 503 - What do you think has become of the young and old men? And what do you think has become of the women and children? They are alive and well somewhere, The smallest sprout shows there is really no death...
Seite 415 - The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives; His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings, And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings; He sings to the wide world, and she to her nest, — In the nice ear of Nature which song is the best...
Seite 503 - I am the poet of the Body and I am the poet of the Soul, The pleasures of heaven are with me and the pains of hell are with me, The first I graft and increase upon myself, the latter I translate into a new tongue.