Century Readings for a Course in American Literature, Том 2Fred Lewis Pattee Century Company, 1926 - 1081 страница |
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... round about the head of the river Monatoquit that parted the two Plantations , finding his way by the helpe 30 of the lightening , ( for it thundred as hee went terribly ; ) and there hee prepared powther , three pounds dried , for his ...
... round about the head of the river Monatoquit that parted the two Plantations , finding his way by the helpe 30 of the lightening , ( for it thundred as hee went terribly ; ) and there hee prepared powther , three pounds dried , for his ...
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... Round thee the scaly nation roves , Thy opening hands their joys bestow , 10 Through all the blushing coral groves , These silent gay retreats below . See the broad sun forsake the skies , Glow on the waves , and downward glide ; Anon ...
... Round thee the scaly nation roves , Thy opening hands their joys bestow , 10 Through all the blushing coral groves , These silent gay retreats below . See the broad sun forsake the skies , Glow on the waves , and downward glide ; Anon ...
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... round the board . Unknown delights his ears explore , Inur'd to midnight caterwauls , To hear his hoarse companions roar , The horrid thing his dulness scrawls . The club , if fame we may rely on , Conven'd , to hear the drunken catch ...
... round the board . Unknown delights his ears explore , Inur'd to midnight caterwauls , To hear his hoarse companions roar , The horrid thing his dulness scrawls . The club , if fame we may rely on , Conven'd , to hear the drunken catch ...
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... round his Mansion bloom , Oft ye conceal'd him in your hallow'd Gloom : Oft he enjoy'd , in your sublime Abode , His Books , his Innocence , his Friend , his GOD . Now sad , I wander o'er the lofty Seat And trace the Mazes of the soft ...
... round his Mansion bloom , Oft ye conceal'd him in your hallow'd Gloom : Oft he enjoy'd , in your sublime Abode , His Books , his Innocence , his Friend , his GOD . Now sad , I wander o'er the lofty Seat And trace the Mazes of the soft ...
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... round about 10 had in some sort the appearance of fire , but did not give much if any light . The sailor at the helm said he lately saw a corposant at the head of the mast . I observed that the master of the ship 15 ordered the ...
... round about 10 had in some sort the appearance of fire , but did not give much if any light . The sailor at the helm said he lately saw a corposant at the head of the mast . I observed that the master of the ship 15 ordered the ...
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American arms ARSACES Atlantic Monthly Aylmer beauty Ben Bolt beneath bird brave called captain Cotton Mather dark David Swan dead death door dream earth England eyes face fancy father fear feel feet fire give Graham's Magazine hand hath head hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha hope hour human Indian JESSAMY JONATHAN land laugh leave light literary live look Lord Rawdon ment mind Miss Ophelia morning nature never night Nokomis o'er once Paspahegh passed poems poet river round sail seemed shore side silence sing smile song Song of Hiawatha soul spirit stand stood sweet tell thee thet things thou thought tion Tom Walker Topsy trees turned VARDANES voice Vulpes whigs whole wigwam wild wind woods words young youth Zoeterwoude
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