American Literature Through Illustrative ReadingsC. Scribner's sons, 1915 - 463 páginas |
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... hand and religious on the other ; the writers were , roughly speaking , either adventurers or ministers . Hence the literary records of the time took the form of chronicles or diaries and religious homilies or sermons . The following ...
... hand and religious on the other ; the writers were , roughly speaking , either adventurers or ministers . Hence the literary records of the time took the form of chronicles or diaries and religious homilies or sermons . The following ...
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... hand , and villainy on the other , as this writ of assist- ance is . It appears to me the worst instrument of ... hands of every petty officer . I say I admit that special writs of assistance , to search special places , may be granted ...
... hand , and villainy on the other , as this writ of assist- ance is . It appears to me the worst instrument of ... hands of every petty officer . I say I admit that special writs of assistance , to search special places , may be granted ...
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... hand . Then I compared my Spectator with the original , discovered some of my faults , and corrected them . But I found I wanted a stock of words , or a readiness in recollecting and using them , which I thought I should have acquired ...
... hand . Then I compared my Spectator with the original , discovered some of my faults , and corrected them . But I found I wanted a stock of words , or a readiness in recollecting and using them , which I thought I should have acquired ...
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... hand , sir . " Arise , arise ! " Sir Erskine cries , " The rebels - more's the pity , Without a boat are all afloat , And ranged before the city . " The motley crew , in vessels new , With Satan for their guide , sir , Packed up in bags ...
... hand , sir . " Arise , arise ! " Sir Erskine cries , " The rebels - more's the pity , Without a boat are all afloat , And ranged before the city . " The motley crew , in vessels new , With Satan for their guide , sir , Packed up in bags ...
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... hand , Let no rude foe , with impious hand , Invade the shrine where sacred lies Of toil and blood the well - earned prize . While offering peace sincere and just , In Heaven we place a manly trust , That truth and justice will prevail ...
... hand , Let no rude foe , with impious hand , Invade the shrine where sacred lies Of toil and blood the well - earned prize . While offering peace sincere and just , In Heaven we place a manly trust , That truth and justice will prevail ...
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Términos y frases comunes
American arms asked aunt beauty blood born Brander Matthews brave breath called captain Charles Brockden Brown Chingachgook cried Dacotahs dark death Dixie Doodang door earth England English eyes face father feel flowers frog hand hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha Indian Israfel Jill John Joseph Rodman Drake land laughing liberty light literary literature living look Marse Chan marshes of Glynn mind morning mother mountain Nathan Hale nation never night o'er peace poems poet Potiphar round seemed short story side sing slavery smile song soul sound Specimen Days spirit star-spangled banner stood sweet tell thee thing thou thought tion Toussaint L'Ouverture turned Union voice Washington wild words writers writs of assistance young youth
Pasajes populares
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.