American Literature Through Illustrative ReadingsC. Scribner's sons, 1915 - 463 páginas |
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... South in 1850 , Whittier wrote Ichabod , a scathing rebuke to him . But after many years he did some- what tardy justice to Webster's memory by writing The Lost Occasion . Webster was twice returned to the United States Senate and was ...
... South in 1850 , Whittier wrote Ichabod , a scathing rebuke to him . But after many years he did some- what tardy justice to Webster's memory by writing The Lost Occasion . Webster was twice returned to the United States Senate and was ...
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... 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 . And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty died , The fair meek blossom that grew up and faded by ...
... 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 . And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty died , The fair meek blossom that grew up and faded by ...
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... South bell , The nest of a pigeon is builded well . In summer and winter , that bird is there , Out and in with the morning air ; I love to see him track the street With his wary eye and active feet , And I often watch him , as he ...
... South bell , The nest of a pigeon is builded well . In summer and winter , that bird is there , Out and in with the morning air ; I love to see him track the street With his wary eye and active feet , And I often watch him , as he ...
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... south slope in Ap'il . She thought no v'ice hed sech a swing Ez hisn in the choir ; My ! when he made Ole Hunderd ring , She knowed the Lord was nigher . An ' she'd blush scarlit , right in prayer , When her new meetin ' - bunnet Felt ...
... south slope in Ap'il . She thought no v'ice hed sech a swing Ez hisn in the choir ; My ! when he made Ole Hunderd ring , She knowed the Lord was nigher . An ' she'd blush scarlit , right in prayer , When her new meetin ' - bunnet Felt ...
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... South- " I'll return ye good fer evil Much ez we frail mortils can , But I wun't go help the Devil Makin ' man the cuss o ' man ; Call me coward , call me traiter , Jest ez suits your mean idees— Here I stand a tyrant - hater , An ' the ...
... South- " I'll return ye good fer evil Much ez we frail mortils can , But I wun't go help the Devil Makin ' man the cuss o ' man ; Call me coward , call me traiter , Jest ez suits your mean idees— Here I stand a tyrant - hater , An ' the ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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!
Página 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!
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.