Century Readings for a Course in American Literature, Band 1Fred Lewis Pattee Century Company, 1926 - 1081 Seiten |
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... half a Mile into the Dismal . The Skirts of it were thinly Planted with Dwarf Reeds and Gall - Bushes , but when we got into the Dismal itself , we found the Reeds grew there much taller and closer , and , to mend the matter was so ...
... half a Mile into the Dismal . The Skirts of it were thinly Planted with Dwarf Reeds and Gall - Bushes , but when we got into the Dismal itself , we found the Reeds grew there much taller and closer , and , to mend the matter was so ...
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... half of the poem which served as propaganda and which molded so markedly patriot thought and morale . The two concluding cantos , which bring the total of lines of the poem to over three thousand , were added after the surrender of ...
... half of the poem which served as propaganda and which molded so markedly patriot thought and morale . The two concluding cantos , which bring the total of lines of the poem to over three thousand , were added after the surrender of ...
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... half the money he paid for my 55 board , I would board myself . He in- stantly agreed to it , and I presently found I could save half what he paid me . This 5 ΤΟ Now , is not want of sense ( AUTOBIOGRAPHY 119.
... half the money he paid for my 55 board , I would board myself . He in- stantly agreed to it , and I presently found I could save half what he paid me . This 5 ΤΟ Now , is not want of sense ( AUTOBIOGRAPHY 119.
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... half - starved their families . Silks and satins , scarlet and velvets , as Poor Richard says , put out the kitchen fire . 30 35 ' These are not the necessaries of life ; 45 they can scarcely be called the conven- iences ; and yet ...
... half - starved their families . Silks and satins , scarlet and velvets , as Poor Richard says , put out the kitchen fire . 30 35 ' These are not the necessaries of life ; 45 they can scarcely be called the conven- iences ; and yet ...
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... half their liquids spent , And from a couch , behind the curtain's veil , I heard a hollow voice of loud lament . 25 Turning to view the object whence it came , 65 My frighted eyes a horrid form survey'd ; Fancy , I own thy power ...
... half their liquids spent , And from a couch , behind the curtain's veil , I heard a hollow voice of loud lament . 25 Turning to view the object whence it came , 65 My frighted eyes a horrid form survey'd ; Fancy , I own thy power ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
American appeared arms beauty better brought called cause close coming course dark dead death door dream earth England eyes face fall father fear feel feet field fire followed force gave give half hand head hear heard heart heaven hold hope hour human Indian keep kind land leave less light live look means mind morning nature never night o'er once passed person poet poor present rest river round seemed seen side song soon soul sound speak spirit stand stood sweet tell thee things thou thought tion took trees true turned voice whole wild wind woods young
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 250 - To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Seite 444 - Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door — Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou...
Seite 252 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Seite 448 - But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we Of many far wiser than we And neither the angels in Heaven above Nor the demons down under the sea Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee...
Seite 361 - There is no death! What seems so is transition; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death.
Seite 445 - This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch...
Seite 251 - Shalt thou retire alone, — nor couldst thou wish Couch more magnificent. Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world — with kings, The powerful of the earth — the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulchre.
Seite 249 - Forever float that standard sheet ! Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom's soil beneath our feet, And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us ? JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE.
Seite 379 - You know the rest. In the books you have read, How the British Regulars fired and fled — How the farmers gave them ball for ball From behind each fence and farm-yard wall, Chasing the red-coats down the lane, Then crossing the fields to emerge again Under the trees at the turn of the road, And only pausing to fire and load.
Seite 378 - A hurry of hoofs in a village street, A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark, And beneath, from the pebbles, in passing, a spark Struck out by a steed flying fearless and fleet. That was all! And yet, through the gloom and the light, The fate of a nation was riding that night; And the spark struck out by that steed, in his flight, Kindled the land into flame with its heat.