American Literary ReadingsLeonidas Warren Payne Rand McNally, 1917 - 647 páginas |
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... to him to wait upon the company . He obeyed with fear and trembling ; they quaffed the liquor in profound silence , and then returned to their game . 325 By degrees Rip's awe and apprehension subsided . He even Rip Van Winkle 15.
... to him to wait upon the company . He obeyed with fear and trembling ; they quaffed the liquor in profound silence , and then returned to their game . 325 By degrees Rip's awe and apprehension subsided . He even Rip Van Winkle 15.
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... returned to the more important concerns of the election . 605 Rip's daughter took him home to live with her ; she had a snug , well - furnished house , and a stout cheery farmer for a husband , whom Rip recollected for one of the ...
... returned to the more important concerns of the election . 605 Rip's daughter took him home to live with her ; she had a snug , well - furnished house , and a stout cheery farmer for a husband , whom Rip recollected for one of the ...
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... days before the founding of the naval academy at Annapolis . For nearly a year the young sailor stood the tests before the mast , traveling through the Straits of Gibraltar to Spain , returning by way of James Fenimore Cooper 39.
... days before the founding of the naval academy at Annapolis . For nearly a year the young sailor stood the tests before the mast , traveling through the Straits of Gibraltar to Spain , returning by way of James Fenimore Cooper 39.
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Leonidas Warren Payne. Straits of Gibraltar to Spain , returning by way of London , and crossing the Atlantic with all the experiences of storms , hardships , and excitements of those early days of pirates and freebooters . He then ...
Leonidas Warren Payne. Straits of Gibraltar to Spain , returning by way of London , and crossing the Atlantic with all the experiences of storms , hardships , and excitements of those early days of pirates and freebooters . He then ...
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... returned the Indian , sternly , in the same language . " Is there no difference , Hawk - eye , between the stone - headed arrow of 90 the warrior , and the leaden bullet with which you kill ? " " There is reason in an Indian , though ...
... returned the Indian , sternly , in the same language . " Is there no difference , Hawk - eye , between the stone - headed arrow of 90 the warrior , and the leaden bullet with which you kill ? " " There is reason in an Indian , though ...
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Página 64 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Página 65 - Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Página 63 - 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.
Página 63 - The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings, yet the dead are there...
Página 142 - DAYS. DAUGHTERS of Time, the hypocritic Days, Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes, And marching single in an endless file, Bring diadems and fagots in their hands. To each they offer gifts after his will, Bread, kingdoms, stars, and sky that holds them all. I, in my pleached garden, watched the pomp, Forgot my morning wishes, hastily Took a few herbs and apples, and the Day Turned and departed silent. I, too late, Under her solemn fillet saw the scorn.
Página 96 - O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up— for you the flag is flung— for you the bugle trills, 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!
Página 64 - So live that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan which moves To that mysterious realm where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of Death, Thou go not like the quarry-slave at night Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed...
Página 139 - By the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their flag to April's breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood, And fired the shot heard round the world. The foe long since in silence slept; Alike the conqueror silent sleeps; And Time the ruined bridge has swept Down the dark stream which seaward creeps. On this green bank, by this soft stream, We set to-day a votive stone; That memory may their deed redeem, When, like our sires, our sons are gone. Spirit, that made those heroes dare To die,...
Página 66 - And now, when comes the calm mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more.
Página 96 - O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain! my Captain!