Century Readings for a Course in American Literature1919 |
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... Mother Little Giffen .. 471 471 472 472 47,3 Songs and Ballads of the Civil War The Bivouac of the Dead My Maryland The Picket - Guard The Battle Cry of Freedom Dixie John Brown Battle - Hymn of the Republic Three Hundred Thousand More ...
... Mother Little Giffen .. 471 471 472 472 47,3 Songs and Ballads of the Civil War The Bivouac of the Dead My Maryland The Picket - Guard The Battle Cry of Freedom Dixie John Brown Battle - Hymn of the Republic Three Hundred Thousand More ...
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... mother some time after spoke to him of a reconciliation , and of her wishes to see us on good terms to- gether and ... mother's love , when I embarked again for New York , now with their approbation and their blessing . ( 1771 ) ( 1868 ) ...
... mother some time after spoke to him of a reconciliation , and of her wishes to see us on good terms to- gether and ... mother's love , when I embarked again for New York , now with their approbation and their blessing . ( 1771 ) ( 1868 ) ...
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... mother . Colonel said that it was a burning shame for the 5 true - blue Bunker - hill sons of liberty , who had ... mother's son of us a hand in making . JESSAMY . Bravo ! - Well , have you been abroad in the city since your arrival ...
... mother . Colonel said that it was a burning shame for the 5 true - blue Bunker - hill sons of liberty , who had ... mother's son of us a hand in making . JESSAMY . Bravo ! - Well , have you been abroad in the city since your arrival ...
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... mother's brother , whose profession was that of a 15 surgeon , chanced to spend this night at our house . It was from him that I have frequently received an exact account of the mournful catastrophe that followed . en- As the evening ...
... mother's brother , whose profession was that of a 15 surgeon , chanced to spend this night at our house . It was from him that I have frequently received an exact account of the mournful catastrophe that followed . en- As the evening ...
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... mother kept pace with those of her husband ; but she was intimidated 25 into silence . All that was left to her was to watch every change of his features and give vent to her sympathy in tears . At length the hour was spent , and the ...
... mother kept pace with those of her husband ; but she was intimidated 25 into silence . All that was left to her was to watch every change of his features and give vent to her sympathy in tears . At length the hour was spent , and the ...
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Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
American Atlantic Monthly Aylmer beauty Ben Bolt beneath bird breath called Campbell dark David Swan dead death door dream earth England eyes face fancy father feel feet fire flowers give Graham's Magazine hand head hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha hills hour human Indian JESSAMY JONATHAN land laugh leaves Leaves of Grass light literary live look Lord Rawdon ment mind Miss Ophelia morning mother nature never night Nokomis o'er once passed poems poet river round sail Sandemanian seemed seen shore side silence sing sleep smile Somers song Song of Hiawatha soul spirit stood sweet tell thee thet things thou thought tion Tom Walker Topsy trees ture turned voice Vulpes whole wigwam wild wind woods words young youth Zoeterwoude
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324. oldal - thing of evil — prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us, by that God we both adore, Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore: Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore!
138. oldal - Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
445. oldal - In your hands, my dissatisfied fellow-countrymen, and not in mine, is the momentous issue of civil war. The government will not assail you. You can have no conflict without being yourselves the aggressors. You have no oath registered in heaven to destroy the government, while I shall have the most solemn one to "preserve, protect, and defend it.
457. oldal - 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.
240. oldal - The village smithy stands; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands ; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
323. oldal - Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before. "Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice; Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore— Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;— 'Tis the wind and nothing more!
136. oldal - When thoughts Of the last bitter hour come like a blight Over thy spirit, and sad images Of the stern agony and shroud and pall, And breathless darkness and the narrow house, Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart...
136. oldal - To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
137. oldal - In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone. So shalt thou rest, and what if thou withdraw In silence from the living, and no friend Take note of thy departure? All that breathe Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favorite phantom ; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.
467. oldal - For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths— for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead.