Introduction to American Literature: Including Illustrative Selections, with NotesLeach, Shewell & Sanborn, 1897 - 498 страница |
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... course , or to give merely a gen- eral preparation for the intelligent reading of our leading authors , an edition is published without the annotated selections . With grateful feelings for the kind reception ac- corded his ...
... course , or to give merely a gen- eral preparation for the intelligent reading of our leading authors , an edition is published without the annotated selections . With grateful feelings for the kind reception ac- corded his ...
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... chamber goes glad Giants - race to run . From heavens utmost end , his course and compassing ; to ends of it , & from the heat thereof is hid nothing . " CAPTAIN JOHN SMITH . DURING the early colonial period , FIRST COLONIAL PERIOD . 19.
... chamber goes glad Giants - race to run . From heavens utmost end , his course and compassing ; to ends of it , & from the heat thereof is hid nothing . " CAPTAIN JOHN SMITH . DURING the early colonial period , FIRST COLONIAL PERIOD . 19.
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... . They robbed the In- dians , and plotted the murder of Smith . While dangers were thus gathering , an accident changed the course of events . As Smith lay sleeping in his boat , the powder bag 22 AMERICAN LITERATURE .
... . They robbed the In- dians , and plotted the murder of Smith . While dangers were thus gathering , an accident changed the course of events . As Smith lay sleeping in his boat , the powder bag 22 AMERICAN LITERATURE .
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... course Cotton Mather , who was born Feb. 12 , 1663 , in Boston . On the side of his mother , who was a daughter of the celebrated pulpit - orator John Cotton , he like- wise inherited talents of no usual order . After receiving his ...
... course Cotton Mather , who was born Feb. 12 , 1663 , in Boston . On the side of his mother , who was a daughter of the celebrated pulpit - orator John Cotton , he like- wise inherited talents of no usual order . After receiving his ...
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... course of empire takes its way ; The first four acts already past , A fifth shall close the drama with the day ; Time's noblest offspring is the last . " In England it was believed that the colonial leaders were secretly meditating and ...
... course of empire takes its way ; The first four acts already past , A fifth shall close the drama with the day ; Time's noblest offspring is the last . " In England it was believed that the colonial leaders were secretly meditating and ...
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abroad admirable afterwards American appeared Author beauty better born Boston Bryant called career character charm College colonies Cooper Cotton Mather death deep delightful earth editor Emerson England English eyes faith Federalist feeling Franklin friends gave genius give Hawthorne heart heaven Holmes human humor Indian interest Irving JAMES FENIMORE COOPER JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL Jefferson John JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER Jonathan Edwards literary literature live Longfellow look Lowell mind mountain NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE nature never Nevermore novels o'er Otsego Lake period poem poet poet's poetic poetry poor Richard says popular present prose published Puritan Raven Resolved Rip Van Winkle Sir Launfal sketch song soul spirit stanza story strong sympathy taste thee things thou thought tion truth verse voice volume Whittier WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT word writer written wrote young
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Страница 480 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.
Страница 362 - And now, when comes the calm mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home ; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more.
Страница 178 - So nigh is grandeur to our dust, So near is God to man, When Duty whispers low, Thou must, The youth replies, I can.
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Страница 141 - In the cold moist earth we laid her, when the forest cast the leaf, And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief: Yet not unmeet it was that one like that young friend of ours, So gentle and so beautiful, should perish with the flowers.
Страница 298 - I have lived, Sir, a long time, and the longer I live, the more convincing proofs I see of this truth — that God governs in the affairs of men. And if a sparrow cannot fall to the ground without his notice, is it probable that an empire can rise without his aid ? We have been assured, Sir, in the sacred writings, that " except the Lord build the house they labor in vain that build it.
Страница 374 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore...
Страница 371 - Only this and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore, For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore, Nameless here for evermore.