American Literature Through Illustrative ReadingsC. Scribner's sons, 1915 - 463 страница |
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... night before ) the clouds gather- ing thick upon us , and the winds singing and whistling most unusually , a dreadful storm and hideous began to blow from out the Northeast , which , swelling and roaring as it were by fits , some hours ...
... night before ) the clouds gather- ing thick upon us , and the winds singing and whistling most unusually , a dreadful storm and hideous began to blow from out the Northeast , which , swelling and roaring as it were by fits , some hours ...
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... night nor sunbeam by day was to be seen . Only upon the Thursday night , Sir George Summers being upon the watch , had an apparition of a little round light , like a faint star , trembling and stream- ing along with a sparkling blaze ...
... night nor sunbeam by day was to be seen . Only upon the Thursday night , Sir George Summers being upon the watch , had an apparition of a little round light , like a faint star , trembling and stream- ing along with a sparkling blaze ...
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... night hath to night declar'd . 3. There neither speach nor language is , where their voyce is not heard . 4. Through all the earth their line is gone forth , & unto the utmost end of all the world , their speaches reach also : A ...
... night hath to night declar'd . 3. There neither speach nor language is , where their voyce is not heard . 4. Through all the earth their line is gone forth , & unto the utmost end of all the world , their speaches reach also : A ...
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... night . Then on a stately oak I cast mine eye , Whose ruffling top the clouds seem'd to aspire ; How long since thou wast in thine infancy ? Thy strength , and stature , more thy years admire , Hath hundred winters past since thou wast ...
... night . Then on a stately oak I cast mine eye , Whose ruffling top the clouds seem'd to aspire ; How long since thou wast in thine infancy ? Thy strength , and stature , more thy years admire , Hath hundred winters past since thou wast ...
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... night I visited Madam Winthrop about 6 p . m . They told me she was gon to Madam Mico's . I went thither and found she was gon ; so return'd to her house , read the Epistles to the Galatians , Ephesians in Mr. Eyre's Latin Bible ...
... night I visited Madam Winthrop about 6 p . m . They told me she was gon to Madam Mico's . I went thither and found she was gon ; so return'd to her house , read the Epistles to the Galatians , Ephesians in Mr. Eyre's Latin Bible ...
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Страница 93 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way...
Страница 32 - Sir, we are not weak, if we make a proper use of those means which the God of nature hath placed in our power. Three millions of people, armed in the holy cause of liberty, and in such a country as that which we possess, are invincible by any force which our enemy can send against us.
Страница 178 - 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.
Страница 178 - Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll ! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!
Страница 33 - But there is no peace! The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field ! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? ' Forbid it, Almighty God ! I know not what course others may take; but as for me — give me liberty, or give me death!
Страница 241 - The progress of our arms, upon which all else chiefly depends, is as well known to the public as to myself; and it is, I trust, reasonably satisfactory and encouraging to all. With high hope for the future, no prediction in regard to it is ventured. On the occasion corresponding to this four years ago, all thoughts were anxiously directed to an impending civil war.
Страница 29 - In offering to you, my countrymen, these counsels of an old and affectionate friend, I dare not hope they will make the strong and lasting impression I could wish ; that they will control the usual current of the passions, or prevent our nation from running the course which has hitherto marked the destiny of nations.
Страница 291 - 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 103 - Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home ! A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there, Which, seek through the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere. Home ! home ! sweet home ! There's no place like home.
Страница 101 - Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave ; And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.