Initial Studies in American LettersChautauqua Press, 1891 - 282 oldal |
Részletek a könyvből
1 - 5 találat összesen 30 találatból.
33. oldal
... sense that is , of the imaginative representation of life - there was little or none in the colonial period . There were no novels , no plays , no satires , and - until the example of the Spectator had begun to work on this side the ...
... sense that is , of the imaginative representation of life - there was little or none in the colonial period . There were no novels , no plays , no satires , and - until the example of the Spectator had begun to work on this side the ...
37. oldal
... sense and of the useful virtues , with the enterprise but without the nerv- ousness of his modern compatriots , uniting the philosopher's openness of mind to the sagacity and quickness of resource of the self - made business man . He ...
... sense and of the useful virtues , with the enterprise but without the nerv- ousness of his modern compatriots , uniting the philosopher's openness of mind to the sagacity and quickness of resource of the self - made business man . He ...
51. oldal
... Sense , issued in 1776 , began with the famous words , " These are the times that try men's souls . " This was followed by the Crisis , a series of political essays advocating independence and the establishment of a republic , published ...
... Sense , issued in 1776 , began with the famous words , " These are the times that try men's souls . " This was followed by the Crisis , a series of political essays advocating independence and the establishment of a republic , published ...
61. oldal
... sense of the picturesque and poetic elements in the character and wild life of the red man , and that pensive sentiment which the fading away of the tribes toward the sunset has left in the wake of their retreating footsteps . In this ...
... sense of the picturesque and poetic elements in the character and wild life of the red man , and that pensive sentiment which the fading away of the tribes toward the sunset has left in the wake of their retreating footsteps . In this ...
65. oldal
... sense to place the scene of his romances in his own country , and the only pas- sages in them which have now a living interest are his descriptions of wilderness scenery in Edgar Huntley , and his graphic account in Arthur Mervyn of the ...
... sense to place the scene of his romances in his own country , and the only pas- sages in them which have now a living interest are his descriptions of wilderness scenery in Edgar Huntley , and his graphic account in Arthur Mervyn of the ...
Más kiadások - Összes megtekintése
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
afterward American literature ballad beauty Blithedale Romance Boston Bret Harte Bryant captain Channing character Church cities civil colony Concord Cotton Mather death Deerslayer divine Edgar Poe Emerson England English essays eyes famous feeling fiction frog G. P. Putnam's Sons Hartford Harvard College Hawthorne Hawthorne's heart Henry Holmes humor imagination Indian Irving Irving's John kind letters literary living Longfellow Lowell magazines Marble Faun Margaret Fuller Massachusetts Mather ment N. P. Willis narrative Nathaniel Hawthorne nature never night novels o'er orator passage passion Philadelphia philosophy pieces Poe's poems poet poetic poetry political popular prose published Puritan river romance satire says ship side sketches slavery Smiley song soul speech spirit story thee thing Thoreau thou thought tion took town transcendentalism transcendentalists Unitarian verse Virginia volume Whittier Winthrop words writings written wrote York young
Népszerű szakaszok
13. oldal - I thank God, there are no free schools nor printing, and I hope we shall not have these hundred years. For learning has brought disobedience and heresy, and sects into the world, and printing has divulged them, and libels against the best government. God keep us from both"!
251. oldal - TO HELEN. Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece And the grandeur that was Rome.
248. oldal - I saw him once before, As he passed by the door, And again The pavement stones resound, As he totters o'er the ground With his cane. They say that in his prime, Ere the pruning-knife of Time Cut him down, Not a better man was found By the Crier on his round Through the town. But now he walks the streets, And he looks at all he meets Sad and wan, And he shakes his feeble head, That it seems as if he said, "They are gone.
110. oldal - The hand that rounded Peter's dome, And groined the aisles of Christian Rome, Wrought in a sad sincerity: Himself from God he could not free; He builded better than he knew : The conscious stone to beauty grew.
147. oldal - I am in earnest. I will not equivocate — I will not excuse — I will not retreat a single inch. AND I WILL BE HEARD.
232. oldal - Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light, and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood ? Alas ! they all are in their graves, the gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds, with the fair and good of ours. The rain is falling where they lie, but the cold November rain Calls not from out the gloomy earth the lovely ones again.
235. oldal - Give me health and a day, and I will make the pomp of emperors ridiculous. The dawn is my Assyria; the sunset and moonrise my Paphos, and unimaginable realms of faerie; broad noon shall be my England of the senses and the understanding; the night shall be my Germany of mystic philosophy and...
233. oldal - To be a brother to the insensible rock And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain Turns with his share and treads upon. The oak Shall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy mould. Yet not to thine eternal resting-place Shalt thou retire alone, — nor couldst thou wish Couch more magnificent. Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world — with kings, The powerful of the earth — the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulchre.
248. oldal - Oh, better that her shattered hulk Should sink beneath the wave; Her thunders shook the mighty deep, And there should be her grave; Nail to the mast her holy flag, Set every threadbare sail, And give her to the god of storms, The lightning and the gale!
154. oldal - The wind-flower and the violet, they perished long ago, And the brier-rose and the orchis died amid the summer glow; But on the hill the golden-rod, and the aster in the wood, And the yellow sun-flower by the brook, in autumn beauty stood, Till fell the frost from the clear cold heaven, as falls the plague on men, And the brightness of their smile was gone, from upland, glade, and glen.