Century Readings for a Course in American Literature, Том 2Fred Lewis Pattee Century Company, 1926 - 1081 страница |
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... thee doe not I : If chief joyes or'e I prise not more Jerusalem my joy . Remember Lord , Edoms sons word , unto the ground said they , it rase . it rase , when as it was Jerusalem her day Blest shall he bee , that prayeth thee ...
... thee doe not I : If chief joyes or'e I prise not more Jerusalem my joy . Remember Lord , Edoms sons word , unto the ground said they , it rase . it rase , when as it was Jerusalem her day Blest shall he bee , that prayeth thee ...
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... thee better then can I. Yet above all this priviledg is thine , Thy dayes still lengthen without least de- cline : CONTEMPLATIONS Some time now past in the Autumnal Tide , When Phabus wanted but one hour to bed , The trees all richly ...
... thee better then can I. Yet above all this priviledg is thine , Thy dayes still lengthen without least de- cline : CONTEMPLATIONS Some time now past in the Autumnal Tide , When Phabus wanted but one hour to bed , The trees all richly ...
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... thee ? 25 Soul of this world , this Universes Eye , No wonder , some made thee a Deity : Had I not better known , ( alas ) the same had I. Thou as a Bridegroom from thy Chaniber rushes , And as a strong man , joyes to run a race , 3o ...
... thee ? 25 Soul of this world , this Universes Eye , No wonder , some made thee a Deity : Had I not better known , ( alas ) the same had I. Thou as a Bridegroom from thy Chaniber rushes , And as a strong man , joyes to run a race , 3o ...
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... thee they glide To Thetis house , where all imbrace and greet : Thou Emblem true , of what I count the best , 160 O could I lead my Rivolets to rest , So may we press to that vast mansion , ever blest . Ye Fish which in this liquid ...
... thee they glide To Thetis house , where all imbrace and greet : Thou Emblem true , of what I count the best , 160 O could I lead my Rivolets to rest , So may we press to that vast mansion , ever blest . Ye Fish which in this liquid ...
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... thee harm Thy cloaths ne're wear , thy meat is every where , Thy bed a bough , thy drink the water cleer , Reminds not what is past , nor whats to come dost fear . The dawning morn with songs thou dost prevent , 190 Sets hundred notes ...
... thee harm Thy cloaths ne're wear , thy meat is every where , Thy bed a bough , thy drink the water cleer , Reminds not what is past , nor whats to come dost fear . The dawning morn with songs thou dost prevent , 190 Sets hundred notes ...
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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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