American Literature ; an Historical Sketch, 1620-1880A. and C. Black, 1882 - 472 oldal |
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... seem most conspicuously to display the leading features of their character . It has become a platitude to say that the developments of History and of Literature run in parallel lines ; but much of our education consists in the unfolding ...
... seem most conspicuously to display the leading features of their character . It has become a platitude to say that the developments of History and of Literature run in parallel lines ; but much of our education consists in the unfolding ...
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... seem to obey their sons and daughters natur- ally , and as they grow old become the slaves of their grand- children . " " An Englishman , " writes Mr. Emerson , " walks in a pouring rain , swinging his closed umbrella like a walk- ing ...
... seem to obey their sons and daughters natur- ally , and as they grow old become the slaves of their grand- children . " " An Englishman , " writes Mr. Emerson , " walks in a pouring rain , swinging his closed umbrella like a walk- ing ...
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... seems to say , ' Break forth an ' prophesy . ' O strange New World , thet yet wast never young , Whose youth from thee by gripin ' need was wrung ! Brown foundlin ' o ' the woods , whose baby - bed Was prowled round by the Injun's ...
... seems to say , ' Break forth an ' prophesy . ' O strange New World , thet yet wast never young , Whose youth from thee by gripin ' need was wrung ! Brown foundlin ' o ' the woods , whose baby - bed Was prowled round by the Injun's ...
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... seem as if the fire of a tropical sun had taken the poetic fire out of Anglo - Saxon veins . The indolence which is the natural concomitant of despotism has the same benumbing effect . Like the Spartan marshalling his Helots , the ...
... seem as if the fire of a tropical sun had taken the poetic fire out of Anglo - Saxon veins . The indolence which is the natural concomitant of despotism has the same benumbing effect . Like the Spartan marshalling his Helots , the ...
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... seems boundless as the ocean has been a material agent in fostering an ambition unbridled by tradi- tionary restraints . When European poets and essayists write of Nature , it is to contrast her permanence with the muta- bility of human ...
... seems boundless as the ocean has been a material agent in fostering an ambition unbridled by tradi- tionary restraints . When European poets and essayists write of Nature , it is to contrast her permanence with the muta- bility of human ...
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188. oldal - The hills Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun, — the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between ; The venerable woods — rivers that move * In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green; and, poured round all, Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man.
80. oldal - And, behold, the Lord passed by, and a great and strong wind rent the mountains, and brake in pieces the rocks before the Lord; but the Lord was not in the wind: and after the wind an earthquake; but the Lord was not in the earthquake: and after the earthquake a fire; but the Lord was not in the fire: and after the fire a still small voice.
199. oldal - Down the dark future, through long generations, The echoing sounds grow fainter and then cease; And like a bell, with solemn, sweet vibrations, I hear once more the voice of Christ say, "Peace !" Peace ! and no longer from its brazen portals The blast of War's great organ shakes the skies ! But beautiful as songs of the immortals, The holy melodies of love arise.
219. oldal - IN THE greenest of our valleys, By good angels tenanted, Once a fair and stately palace — Radiant palace — reared its head. In the monarch Thought's dominion — It stood there! Never seraph spread a pinion Over fabric half so fair.
247. oldal - And so beside the Silent Sea I wait the muffled oar ; No harm from Him can come to me On ocean or on shore. I know not where His islands lift Their fronded palms in air ; I only know I cannot drift Beyond His love and care.
301. oldal - They reckon ill who leave me out; When me they fly, I am the wings; I am the doubter and the doubt, And I the hymn the Brahmin sings.
239. 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.
213. oldal - RECONCILIATION WORD over all, beautiful as the sky, Beautiful that war and all its deeds of carnage must in time be utterly lost, That the hands of the sisters Death and Night incessantly softly wash again, and ever again, this soil'd world; For my enemy is dead, a man divine as myself is dead, I look where he lies white-faced and still in the coffin — I draw near, Bend down and touch lightly with my lips the white face in the coffin.
224. oldal - New occasions teach new duties ; Time makes ancient good uncouth ; They must upward still, and onward, who would keep abreast of Truth ; Lo, before us gleam her camp-fires ! we ourselves must Pilgrims be, Launch our Mayflower, and steer boldly through the desperate winter sea, Nor attempt the Future's portal with the Past's blood-rusted key.
250. oldal - 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.