Homes of American Authors: Comprising Anecdotical, Personal, and Descriptive Sketches, by Various Writers ...G. P. Putnam and Company, 1853 - 366 страница |
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... MISS C. M. SEDGWICK , .. J. FENIMORE COOPER , .. EDWARD EVERETT , ... RALPH WALDO EMERSON , ....... WILLIAM GILMORE SIMMS ,. HENRY W. LONGFELLOW , .... PAGE 1 21 35 65 85 ... 103 123 .... 159 ..... 179 ... 217 233 257 265 NATHANIEL ...
... MISS C. M. SEDGWICK , .. J. FENIMORE COOPER , .. EDWARD EVERETT , ... RALPH WALDO EMERSON , ....... WILLIAM GILMORE SIMMS ,. HENRY W. LONGFELLOW , .... PAGE 1 21 35 65 85 ... 103 123 .... 159 ..... 179 ... 217 233 257 265 NATHANIEL ...
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... MISS C. M. SEDGWICK . PORTRAIT OF J. FENIMORE COOPER .. OTSEGO HALL , COOPERSTOWN . PORTRAIT OF EDWARD EVERETT . EMERSON'S HOUSE AT CONCORD . SIMMS ' HOUSE AT WOODLANDS . CRAGIE HOUSE , CAMBRIDGE . PORTRAIT OF N. HAWTHORNE . HAWTHORNE'S ...
... MISS C. M. SEDGWICK . PORTRAIT OF J. FENIMORE COOPER .. OTSEGO HALL , COOPERSTOWN . PORTRAIT OF EDWARD EVERETT . EMERSON'S HOUSE AT CONCORD . SIMMS ' HOUSE AT WOODLANDS . CRAGIE HOUSE , CAMBRIDGE . PORTRAIT OF N. HAWTHORNE . HAWTHORNE'S ...
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... Miss Common Anniicanthamot of hall time and fungi fay of all grader of Coloring ful albett hun black , to abbigt fingin cous Cutour , With a simple sundrung Sushioned are . Cupitrar of my In tart to differ Parsi auf billi Meey wen all ...
... Miss Common Anniicanthamot of hall time and fungi fay of all grader of Coloring ful albett hun black , to abbigt fingin cous Cutour , With a simple sundrung Sushioned are . Cupitrar of my In tart to differ Parsi auf billi Meey wen all ...
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... Miss Frances Fair- child - whose portrait is exquisitely shadowed forth - to those who know her - in that tenderest , most domestic , and most personal poem that Bryant ever wrote " The Future Life . " In the whole range of English ...
... Miss Frances Fair- child - whose portrait is exquisitely shadowed forth - to those who know her - in that tenderest , most domestic , and most personal poem that Bryant ever wrote " The Future Life . " In the whole range of English ...
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... Miss Sedgwick , Paulding , Sands , Verplanck and Leggett . Mr. Bryant's contributions were " The Skeleton's Cave " and " Medfield . " The first general collection of his works was in 1832 , when he gave to the world in one volume all ...
... Miss Sedgwick , Paulding , Sands , Verplanck and Leggett . Mr. Bryant's contributions were " The Skeleton's Cave " and " Medfield . " The first general collection of his works was in 1832 , when he gave to the world in one volume all ...
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Страница 337 - 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.
Страница 102 - The hills Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun, - the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between; The venerable woods - rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green; and, poured round all, Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste, Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man.
Страница 227 - By the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their flag to April's breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood And fired the shot heard round the world.
Страница 228 - Spirit, that made those heroes dare To die, and leave their children free, Bid Time and Nature gently spare The shaft we raise to them and thee.
Страница 273 - Halfway up the stairs it stands, And points and beckons with its hands From its case of massive oak, Like a monk, who, under his cloak, Crosses himself, and sighs, alas ' With sorrowful voice to all who pass, — " Forever — never ! Never — forever...
Страница 338 - The snow that husheth all, Darling, the merciful Father Alone can make it fall ! " Then, with eyes that saw not, I kissed her; And she, kissing back, could not know That my kiss was given to her sister, Folded close under deepening snow.
Страница 302 - They rowed her in across the rolling foam, The cruel, crawling foam, The cruel, hungry foam, To her grave beside the sea ; But still the boatmen hear her call the cattle home Across the...
Страница 45 - simmer it well : Sweeten jusv, to your own private liking, then strain, That only the finest and clearest remain : Let it stand out of doors till a soul it receives From the warm lazy sun loitering down through green leaves: And you'll find a choice nature, not wholly deserving A name either English or Yankee — just Irving.
Страница 254 - Once, ah, once, within these walls, One whom memory oft recalls, The Father of his Country, dwelt. And yonder meadows broad and damp The fires of the besieging camp Encircled with a burning belt. Up and down these echoing stairs, Heavy with the weight of cares, Sounded his majestic tread ; Yes, within this very room Sat he in those hours of gloom, Weary both in heart and head.
Страница 346 - A-raspin' on the scraper, — All ways to once her feelins flew Like sparks in burnt-up paper. He kin' o' 1'itered on the mat Some doubtfle o' the sekle, His heart kep' goin' pity-pat, But hern went pity Zekle.