Century Readings for a Course in American Literature, Band 2Fred Lewis Pattee Century Company, 1922 - 1012 Seiten |
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... never had grace enough to be strict in that kinde ; and of late years , I have found syrrope of pride very whole- some in a due Dos , which makes mee keep such store of that drugge by me , that if any body comes to me for a ques- tion ...
... never had grace enough to be strict in that kinde ; and of late years , I have found syrrope of pride very whole- some in a due Dos , which makes mee keep such store of that drugge by me , that if any body comes to me for a ques- tion ...
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... never felt by that sweet airy legion . Man at the best a creature frail and vain , In knowledg ignorant , in strength but weak , Subject to sorrows , losses , sickness , pain , Each storm his state , his mind , his body break , 1 Rev ...
... never felt by that sweet airy legion . Man at the best a creature frail and vain , In knowledg ignorant , in strength but weak , Subject to sorrows , losses , sickness , pain , Each storm his state , his mind , his body break , 1 Rev ...
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... never to move , nor once awry to tread ; Then all his Race my Father's Grace should have enjoy'd for ever , And wicked Sprites by subtile sleights could them have harméd never . 55 Else should my Grace cease to be Grace , for it would ...
... never to move , nor once awry to tread ; Then all his Race my Father's Grace should have enjoy'd for ever , And wicked Sprites by subtile sleights could them have harméd never . 55 Else should my Grace cease to be Grace , for it would ...
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... never endeth . There must they lie and never die , though dying every day ; There must they dying ever lie and not consume away . Die fain they would if die they could , but Death will not be had ; God's direful wrath their bodies hath ...
... never endeth . There must they lie and never die , though dying every day ; There must they dying ever lie and not consume away . Die fain they would if die they could , but Death will not be had ; God's direful wrath their bodies hath ...
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... never been successfully refuted . Though little that Edwards wrote can be classed as literature , in the strict definition of the word , one should carefully study him as a typical figure if one is to understand the intellectual and ...
... never been successfully refuted . Though little that Edwards wrote can be classed as literature , in the strict definition of the word , one should carefully study him as a typical figure if one is to understand the intellectual and ...
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American appeared arms beauty better 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
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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 396 - Her deck, once red with heroes' blood, Where knelt the vanquished foe, When winds were hurrying o'er the flood, And waves were white below. No more shall feel the victor's tread, Or know the conquered knee ;— The harpies of the shore shall pluck The eagle of the sea.
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 444 - Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before. "Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice; Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore— Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;— 'Tis the wind and nothing more!
Seite 584 - Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord: He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword: 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...
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 428 - Banners yellow, glorious, golden. On its roof did float and flow; (This — all this — was in the olden Time long ago;) And every gentle air that dallied, In that sweet day, Along the ramparts plumed and pallid, A winged odor went away.
Seite 444 - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and. curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " "Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.
Seite 448 - I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love, I and my Annabel Lee ; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me.
Seite 278 - My native country, thee, Land of the noble, free, Thy name I love ; I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills : My heart with rapture thrills Like that above.