American LiteratureScott, Foresman, 1901 - 364 páginas |
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... stands high among those achievements , and American literature cannot yet take rank with the great literatures of the world . It could scarcely be otherwise . Before the arts can flourish , there must be a certain security of social and ...
... stands high among those achievements , and American literature cannot yet take rank with the great literatures of the world . It could scarcely be otherwise . Before the arts can flourish , there must be a certain security of social and ...
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... stand together , the primal passions will assert themselves and the poet find his song . It was only a question of time when there should be an American literature , and the time was not unduly long in coming . Now , indeed , some ...
... stand together , the primal passions will assert themselves and the poet find his song . It was only a question of time when there should be an American literature , and the time was not unduly long in coming . Now , indeed , some ...
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... stand in rapt admiration on the banks of the Mississippi while the trunks of fallen oaks and pines floated past him between the islands of yellow water- lilies . Moreover , those of Puritan faith , coming here for freedom to worship God ...
... stand in rapt admiration on the banks of the Mississippi while the trunks of fallen oaks and pines floated past him between the islands of yellow water- lilies . Moreover , those of Puritan faith , coming here for freedom to worship God ...
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... stand recorded in the more elaborate histories of our literature , one more may be mentioned here . Thomas Godfrey . This was Thomas Godfrey , a watchmaker's apprentice of Philadelphia , who died in the South in 1763 His poems were ...
... stand recorded in the more elaborate histories of our literature , one more may be mentioned here . Thomas Godfrey . This was Thomas Godfrey , a watchmaker's apprentice of Philadelphia , who died in the South in 1763 His poems were ...
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... stand against religious tolera- tion . In the same year Anne Hutchinson was banished for heresy ; and Roger Williams , the great apostle of toleration , had been banished two years before . Heresy became the crime of the age , and ...
... stand against religious tolera- tion . In the same year Anne Hutchinson was banished for heresy ; and Roger Williams , the great apostle of toleration , had been banished two years before . Heresy became the crime of the age , and ...
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Página 211 - Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide, In the strife of truth with falsehood, for the good or evil side; Some great cause, God's New Messiah, offering each the bloom or blight, Parts the goats upon the left hand and the sheep upon the right; And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light.
Página 154 - 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...
Página 101 - 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 By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Página 256 - O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN! 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!
Página 95 - Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days ! None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise.
Página 93 - 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.
Página 234 - 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,
Página 95 - Thinks of thy fate and checks her tears. And she, the mother of thy boys. Though in her eye and faded cheek Is read the grief she will not speak, The memory of her buried Joys, And even she who gave thee birth, Will by their pilgrim-circled hearth Talk of thy doom without a sigh: For thou art freedom's now and fame's, One of the few, the immortal names, That were not born to die.
Página 163 - Wilt thou not ope thy heart to know What rainbows teach, and sunsets show? Verdict which accumulates From lengthening scroll of human fates, Voice of earth to earth returned, Prayers of saints that inly burned, — Saying, What is excellent, As God lives, is permanent ; Hearts are dust, hearts' loves remain, Heart's love will meet thee again.
Página 157 - Books are the best of things, well used ; abused, among the worst. What is the right use ? What is the one end, which all means go to effect ? They are for nothing but to inspire. I had better never see a book, than to be warped by its attraction clean out of my own orbit, and made a satellite instead of a system.