American Literature ; an Historical Sketch, 1620-1880A. and C. Black, 1882 - 472 من الصفحات |
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... never read a book on which he was about to decide , lest it should prejudice his judgment . There are some cases , indeed , in which imagination and hear- say may be made to supply the place of knowledge . Mere sights can be brought ...
... never read a book on which he was about to decide , lest it should prejudice his judgment . There are some cases , indeed , in which imagination and hear- say may be made to supply the place of knowledge . Mere sights can be brought ...
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... never met it would have been well for both , for the wildly - misplaced confidences of the one , and the rash ambition of the other , led to the foulest blot on the fair page of our literature . Similarly , Mr. N. P. Willis , running ...
... never met it would have been well for both , for the wildly - misplaced confidences of the one , and the rash ambition of the other , led to the foulest blot on the fair page of our literature . Similarly , Mr. N. P. Willis , running ...
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... never forgive him for calling them " bulbous " and their wives " portly ; " while impartial critics are con- strained to accept his own sentence on himself - a sentence in which the unhistoric spirit of the artist is conspicuous ...
... never forgive him for calling them " bulbous " and their wives " portly ; " while impartial critics are con- strained to accept his own sentence on himself - a sentence in which the unhistoric spirit of the artist is conspicuous ...
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... 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 cracklin ' tread , An ' who grew'st strong thru ' shifts an ' wants an ' pains , Nursed ...
... 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 cracklin ' tread , An ' who grew'st strong thru ' shifts an ' wants an ' pains , Nursed ...
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... never learnt that " raw haste " is " half - sister to delay ; " that whatever is worth doing at all is worth doing well ; that " work done least rapidly art most cherishes . " Our agriculturists tell us that the Americans traverse their ...
... never learnt that " raw haste " is " half - sister to delay ; " that whatever is worth doing at all is worth doing well ; that " work done least rapidly art most cherishes . " Our agriculturists tell us that the Americans traverse their ...
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الصفحة 188 - 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.
الصفحة 80 - 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.
الصفحة 199 - 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.
الصفحة 219 - 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.
الصفحة 247 - 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.
الصفحة 301 - 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.
الصفحة 239 - 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.
الصفحة 213 - 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.
الصفحة 224 - 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.
الصفحة 250 - 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.