American Literature Through Illustrative ReadingsC. Scribner's sons, 1915 - 463 páginas |
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... young man . . . And now he was an old man his public performances had a vigor in them which ' tis a rare thing to see a young man have any thing equal to . ... Though in the prefaces of the useful books which he The Colonial Epoch 15 ...
... young man . . . And now he was an old man his public performances had a vigor in them which ' tis a rare thing to see a young man have any thing equal to . ... Though in the prefaces of the useful books which he The Colonial Epoch 15 ...
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... young , leave less room for that which is good to work upon them . The customs of their parents , their neighbors , and the people with whom they converse , working upon their minds , and they , from thence , con- ceiving ideas of ...
... young , leave less room for that which is good to work upon them . The customs of their parents , their neighbors , and the people with whom they converse , working upon their minds , and they , from thence , con- ceiving ideas of ...
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... young , In a nest by the road ; in a nest by the road . " For the tyrants are near , and with them appear What bodes us no good , what bodes us no good . " The brave captain heard it , and thought of his home In a cot by the brook ; in ...
... young , In a nest by the road ; in a nest by the road . " For the tyrants are near , and with them appear What bodes us no good , what bodes us no good . " The brave captain heard it , and thought of his home In a cot by the brook ; in ...
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Sarah Emma Simons. Parthia , a tragedy written by Thomas Godfrey , a young American author , was performed at the Southwark Theatre , Philadelphia . Hugh H. Brackenridge in 1776 wrote a play called The Battle of Bunker Hill . He was then ...
Sarah Emma Simons. Parthia , a tragedy written by Thomas Godfrey , a young American author , was performed at the Southwark Theatre , Philadelphia . Hugh H. Brackenridge in 1776 wrote a play called The Battle of Bunker Hill . He was then ...
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... young in life , by seeming cruel fate Was snatched from Afric's fancied happy seat : What pangs excruciating must molest , What sorrows labor in my parents ' breast ! Steeled was that soul and by no misery moved That from a father ...
... young in life , by seeming cruel fate Was snatched from Afric's fancied happy seat : What pangs excruciating must molest , What sorrows labor in my parents ' breast ! Steeled was that soul and by no misery moved That from a father ...
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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.