A Century of American Literature, 1776-1876Henry Augustin Beers Henry Holt, 1878 - 407 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة xiv
... light Mounts upon midnight's wings . " It was on Wigglesworth that Cotton Mather wrote the following epitaph : THE EXCELLent WigglESWORTH REMEMBERED BY SOME GOOD TOKENS . His pen did once meat from the eater fetch , And now he's gone ...
... light Mounts upon midnight's wings . " It was on Wigglesworth that Cotton Mather wrote the following epitaph : THE EXCELLent WigglESWORTH REMEMBERED BY SOME GOOD TOKENS . His pen did once meat from the eater fetch , And now he's gone ...
الصفحة xv
... light , and divine plant , Mr. Samuel Stone . A stone more than the Ebenezer fam'd ; Stone splendent diamond , right orient named ; A cordial stone , that often cheered hearts ; With pleasant wit , with Gospel rich imparts ; Whetstone ...
... light , and divine plant , Mr. Samuel Stone . A stone more than the Ebenezer fam'd ; Stone splendent diamond , right orient named ; A cordial stone , that often cheered hearts ; With pleasant wit , with Gospel rich imparts ; Whetstone ...
الصفحة xix
... light in those mysteries . ' The man went home and sent him a pound of candles ; upon which action this good man bestowed only a silent smile . He would not set the beacon of his great soul on fire at the landing of such a little cock ...
... light in those mysteries . ' The man went home and sent him a pound of candles ; upon which action this good man bestowed only a silent smile . He would not set the beacon of his great soul on fire at the landing of such a little cock ...
الصفحة xx
... light is my death . " Of this same Mr. Oakes , when President of Harvard , he writes : ' Reader , let us now behold the students of Harvard College , as a rendezvous of happy Druids , under the in- fluence of so rare a President . But ...
... light is my death . " Of this same Mr. Oakes , when President of Harvard , he writes : ' Reader , let us now behold the students of Harvard College , as a rendezvous of happy Druids , under the in- fluence of so rare a President . But ...
الصفحة 7
... light : Thoughts of my age , dread ye not the cold sod : Hopes of my age , be ye fixed on your God . JOEL BARLOW was born at Reading , Conn . , in 1755. He was graduated at Yale College in 1778 , and served through the Revolution as ...
... light : Thoughts of my age , dread ye not the cold sod : Hopes of my age , be ye fixed on your God . JOEL BARLOW was born at Reading , Conn . , in 1755. He was graduated at Yale College in 1778 , and served through the Revolution as ...
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American beautiful beneath birds born breath bright chamber Chingachgook clouds Cotton Mather dark death Deerslayer door dream earth England ensigns of command eyes face fair faithful song fancy feel fire flowers forest gaze golden green Hafen hand Harvard College Hasty Pudding head heard heart heaven hill hour Indian Judge land leaves light lived looked maize Mike Brown moon Mormon morning mountain nature never Nevermore night o'er once passed poems published Pyncheon Rip Van Winkle river rock round Sam Slick Sambo scene seemed seen shade shore side sing smile snow song soul sound spirit star-spangled banner stars stone stood storm stream sweet tell thee thine thou thought tion trees Twas verse vex'd voice walls wave wild wind Winkle woods Yale College York young youth
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الصفحة 117 - 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.
الصفحة 154 - Flag of the free heart's hope and home, By angel hands to valor given ! Thy stars have lit the welkin dome, And all thy hues were born in heaven. Forever float that standard sheet ! Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom's soil beneath our feet, And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us ! JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE.
الصفحة 256 - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. "T is some visitor,' I muttered, 'tapping at my chamber door Only this and nothing more.
الصفحة 76 - There was a silence for a little while, when an old man replied, in a thin, piping voice, "Nicholas Vedder! why, he is dead and gone these eighteen years! There was a wooden tombstone in the churchyard that used to tell all about him, but that's rotten and gone too.
الصفحة 55 - O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
الصفحة 260 - ... expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now Burned into my bosom's core ; This and more I sat divining, With my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining That the lamplight gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining With the lamplight gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore I Then methought the air grew denser, Perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls Tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch...
الصفحة 121 - Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form; yet, on my heart Deeply has 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 116 - Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home...
الصفحة 74 - He recognized on the sign, however, the ruby face of King George, under which he had smoked so many a peaceful pipe ; but even this was singularly metamorphosed. The red coat was changed for one of blue and buff, a sword was held in the hand instead of a sceptre, the head was decorated with a cocked hat, and underneath was painted in large characters, GENERAL WASHINGTON.
الصفحة 59 - He was chubby and plump ; a right jolly old elf; And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself. A wink of his eye, and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread. He spoke not a word but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings ; then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose. He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle , But I heard him exclaim,...