Readings from American Literature: A Textbook for Schools and CollegesGinn, 1915 - 635 من الصفحات |
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... sweet it was to see such lively and true expressions of dear and unfained love . But the tide ( which stays for no man ) calling them away that were thus loath to depart , their reverend pastor falling down on his knees ( and they all ...
... sweet it was to see such lively and true expressions of dear and unfained love . But the tide ( which stays for no man ) calling them away that were thus loath to depart , their reverend pastor falling down on his knees ( and they all ...
الصفحة 16
... or four years ago , and there is a very sweet brook runs under the hillside and many delicate springs of as good water as can be drunk , and where we may harbor 16 READINGS FROM AMERICAN LITERATURE The Landing of the Pilgrims.
... or four years ago , and there is a very sweet brook runs under the hillside and many delicate springs of as good water as can be drunk , and where we may harbor 16 READINGS FROM AMERICAN LITERATURE The Landing of the Pilgrims.
الصفحة 23
... the third letter I have written to thee , since I came to Hampton , in requital of those two I received from thee , which I do often read with much delight , apprehending so much love and sweet affection in them , COLONIAL PERIOD 23.
... the third letter I have written to thee , since I came to Hampton , in requital of those two I received from thee , which I do often read with much delight , apprehending so much love and sweet affection in them , COLONIAL PERIOD 23.
الصفحة 24
... sweet affection in them , as I am never satisfied with reading , nor can read them without tears ; but whether they proceed from joy , sorrow , or desire , or from that con- sent of affection which I always hold with thee , I cannot ...
... sweet affection in them , as I am never satisfied with reading , nor can read them without tears ; but whether they proceed from joy , sorrow , or desire , or from that con- sent of affection which I always hold with thee , I cannot ...
الصفحة 34
... sweet consort from broken strings , Nor perfect beauty where ' s a main defect : My foolish , broken , blemished Muse so sings : And this to mend , alas , no art is able , ' Cause nature made it so irreparable . Nor can I , like that ...
... sweet consort from broken strings , Nor perfect beauty where ' s a main defect : My foolish , broken , blemished Muse so sings : And this to mend , alas , no art is able , ' Cause nature made it so irreparable . Nor can I , like that ...
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الصفحة 565 - 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.
الصفحة 119 - Gentlemen may cry peace, peace, 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...
الصفحة 236 - rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet, on my heart Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart. He who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, In the long way that I must tread alone, Will lead my steps aright.
الصفحة 448 - ANNOUNCED by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven, And veils the farm-house 'at the garden's end. The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm.
الصفحة 470 - AY, tear her tattered ensign down ! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky; Beneath it rung the battle shout, And burst the cannon's roar; — The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more. Her deck once red with heroes...
الصفحة 237 - 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 hills 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.
الصفحة 250 - what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore: Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never — nevermore.'" But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore, What...
الصفحة 478 - Before thee lies revealed, — Its irised ceiling rent, its sunless crypt unsealed! Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more. Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee, Child of the wandering sea, Cast from her lap, forlorn! From thy dead lips a clearer note is...
الصفحة 122 - Still one thing more, fellow-citizens, a wise and frugal government, which shall restrain men from injuring one another, shall leave them otherwise free to regulate their own pursuits of industry and improvement, and shall not take from the mouth of labor the bread it has earned.
الصفحة 258 - 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. Lo ! in yon brilliant window-niche How statue-like I see thee stand ! The agate lamp within thy hand, Ah ! Psyche, from the regions which Are Holy Land ! It is the tendency...