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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... truth , they all felt a little awkwardly . Nobody wanted to be first to venture down - stairs . At last Mr. Silas Peckham thought it was time to make a move for the parlor , and for this purpose presented himself at the door of the ...
... truth , they all felt a little awkwardly . Nobody wanted to be first to venture down - stairs . At last Mr. Silas Peckham thought it was time to make a move for the parlor , and for this purpose presented himself at the door of the ...
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... truth , Deacon Soper , I rather guess he don't like the idee of dancin ' , and some of the other little arrangements . " " Well , " said the Deacon , " I know there's some condemns dancin ' . I've heerd a good deal of talk about it ...
... truth , Deacon Soper , I rather guess he don't like the idee of dancin ' , and some of the other little arrangements . " " Well , " said the Deacon , " I know there's some condemns dancin ' . I've heerd a good deal of talk about it ...
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... truth running in it , " There are twenty thousand Ralph Waldo Emersons in China . " What could we do with this unexpected , unprovided for , unclassified , half unwelcome new - comer , who had been for a while potted , as it were , in ...
... truth running in it , " There are twenty thousand Ralph Waldo Emersons in China . " What could we do with this unexpected , unprovided for , unclassified , half unwelcome new - comer , who had been for a while potted , as it were , in ...
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... truth lovely and manhood valorous , and to bring our daily life nearer and nearer to the eternal , immortal , invisible . THE STRONG HEROIC LINE . [ From the Poem delivered at a Dinner given to Dr. Holmes by the Medical Profession of ...
... truth lovely and manhood valorous , and to bring our daily life nearer and nearer to the eternal , immortal , invisible . THE STRONG HEROIC LINE . [ From the Poem delivered at a Dinner given to Dr. Holmes by the Medical Profession of ...
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... truths from which no human reason can escape . It is one of those of which Epictetus says : " He who denies self - evident truths cannot be reasoned with . " William Henry Channing . BORN in Boston , Mass . 50 [ 1835-60 JAMES FREEMAN ...
... truths from which no human reason can escape . It is one of those of which Epictetus says : " He who denies self - evident truths cannot be reasoned with . " William Henry Channing . BORN in Boston , Mass . 50 [ 1835-60 JAMES FREEMAN ...
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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.