American Literature ; an Historical Sketch, 1620-1880A. and C. Black, 1882 - 472 страница |
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... eyes and ears to refute misrepresentations , sometimes to resolve per- plexities ; but we must not expect too much from it . " Patria quis exsul . " " Cœlum non animum . " We can only gather interest on the capital we take with us ...
... eyes and ears to refute misrepresentations , sometimes to resolve per- plexities ; but we must not expect too much from it . " Patria quis exsul . " " Cœlum non animum . " We can only gather interest on the capital we take with us ...
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... eyes the importance of our Chartist , Fenian , and similar demonstra- tions ; but they have never so misconceived British states- man as we misconceived Mr. Lincoln , or gone so far astray in regard to any crisis of our history , as we ...
... eyes the importance of our Chartist , Fenian , and similar demonstra- tions ; but they have never so misconceived British states- man as we misconceived Mr. Lincoln , or gone so far astray in regard to any crisis of our history , as we ...
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... eyes of others by innumerable imperfect efforts . Multa non multum . Art is abundant and inferior : whitewashed wood and brick pass for marble , puerile buffoonery for humour , and rhythmical spasms for poetry . Antiquity presents only ...
... eyes of others by innumerable imperfect efforts . Multa non multum . Art is abundant and inferior : whitewashed wood and brick pass for marble , puerile buffoonery for humour , and rhythmical spasms for poetry . Antiquity presents only ...
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... eyes to the heavens , their dearest country , and quieted their spirits . " And on reaching Plymouth- " Being thus arrived in a good harbour , and brought safe to land , they fell upon their knees and blessed the God of heaven , who had ...
... eyes to the heavens , their dearest country , and quieted their spirits . " And on reaching Plymouth- " Being thus arrived in a good harbour , and brought safe to land , they fell upon their knees and blessed the God of heaven , who had ...
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... eyes on the verge of the forest . " Winthrop's history is full of strange records of mysterious man - shaped gleams closing and parting in sparkles over mid- night hills , and of dreadful cries heard " by divers godly persons ...
... eyes on the verge of the forest . " Winthrop's history is full of strange records of mysterious man - shaped gleams closing and parting in sparkles over mid- night hills , and of dreadful cries heard " by divers godly persons ...
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Страница 188 - 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 80 - And, behold, the Lord passed by, and a great and strong wind rent the mountains, and brake in pieces the rocks before the Lord; but the Lord was not in the wind: and after the wind an earthquake; but the Lord was not in the earthquake: and after the earthquake a fire; but the Lord was not in the fire: and after the fire a still small voice.
Страница 199 - Down the dark future, through long generations, The echoing sounds grow fainter and then cease; And like a bell, with solemn, sweet vibrations, I hear once more the voice of Christ say, "Peace !" Peace ! and no longer from its brazen portals The blast of War's great organ shakes the skies ! But beautiful as songs of the immortals, The holy melodies of love arise.
Страница 219 - IN THE greenest of our valleys, By good angels tenanted, Once a fair and stately palace — Radiant palace — reared its head. In the monarch Thought's dominion — It stood there! Never seraph spread a pinion Over fabric half so fair.
Страница 247 - And so beside the Silent Sea I wait the muffled oar ; No harm from Him can come to me On ocean or on shore. I know not where His islands lift Their fronded palms in air ; I only know I cannot drift Beyond His love and care.
Страница 301 - They reckon ill who leave me out; When me they fly, I am the wings; I am the doubter and the doubt, And I the hymn the Brahmin sings.
Страница 239 - 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.
Страница 213 - RECONCILIATION WORD over all, beautiful as the sky, Beautiful that war and all its deeds of carnage must in time be utterly lost, That the hands of the sisters Death and Night incessantly softly wash again, and ever again, this soil'd world; For my enemy is dead, a man divine as myself is dead, I look where he lies white-faced and still in the coffin — I draw near, Bend down and touch lightly with my lips the white face in the coffin.
Страница 224 - New occasions teach new duties ; Time makes ancient good uncouth ; They must upward still, and onward, who would keep abreast of Truth ; Lo, before us gleam her camp-fires ! we ourselves must Pilgrims be, Launch our Mayflower, and steer boldly through the desperate winter sea, Nor attempt the Future's portal with the Past's blood-rusted key.
Страница 250 - This is the ship of pearl, which poets feign Sails the unshadowed main, The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings, In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair.