American Literature Through Illustrative ReadingsC. Scribner's sons, 1915 - 463 páginas |
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... thee ? Soul of this world , this Universe's eye , No wonder , some made thee a Deity : Hag I not better known ( alas ) , the same had I. Art thou so full of glory , that no eye Hath strength , thy shining rays once to behold ? And is ...
... thee ? Soul of this world , this Universe's eye , No wonder , some made thee a Deity : Hag I not better known ( alas ) , the same had I. Art thou so full of glory , that no eye Hath strength , thy shining rays once to behold ? And is ...
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... thee , smoking from the kine , Its substance mingle , married in with thine , Shall cool and temper thy superior heat , And save the pains of blowing while I eat . Oh ! could the smooth , the emblematic song Flow like thy genial juices ...
... thee , smoking from the kine , Its substance mingle , married in with thine , Shall cool and temper thy superior heat , And save the pains of blowing while I eat . Oh ! could the smooth , the emblematic song Flow like thy genial juices ...
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... thee here , No busy hand provoke a tear . By Nature's self in white arrayed , She bade thee shun the vulgar eye , And planted here the guardian shade , And sent soft waters murmuring by ; Thus quietly thy summer goes , Thy days ...
... thee here , No busy hand provoke a tear . By Nature's self in white arrayed , She bade thee shun the vulgar eye , And planted here the guardian shade , And sent soft waters murmuring by ; Thus quietly thy summer goes , Thy days ...
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... thee the laurels belong , Best bard , because the wisest : Merrily live , and long ! The ecstasies above With thy burning measures suit : Thy grief , thy joy , thy hate , thy love , With the fervor of thy lute : Well may the stars be ...
... thee the laurels belong , Best bard , because the wisest : Merrily live , and long ! The ecstasies above With thy burning measures suit : Thy grief , thy joy , thy hate , thy love , With the fervor of thy lute : Well may the stars be ...
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... thee wrong , As , darkly painted on the crimson sky , Thy figure floats along . Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake , or marge of river wide , Or where the rocking billows rise and sink On the chafed ocean side ? There is a ...
... thee wrong , As , darkly painted on the crimson sky , Thy figure floats along . Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake , or marge of river wide , Or where the rocking billows rise and sink On the chafed ocean side ? There is a ...
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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.