American LiteratureScott, Foresman, 1901 - 364 páginas |
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... strong and fertile , at other times weak , at still others barren . But at no time in our history has the literary spirit been absolutely barren , and through one period it was strong enough to leave a record at once great and worthy ...
... strong and fertile , at other times weak , at still others barren . But at no time in our history has the literary spirit been absolutely barren , and through one period it was strong enough to leave a record at once great and worthy ...
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... strong bias toward literature and art were not likely to cast in their lot with bands of adventurers . The charms of nature were little felt or understood . The modern romantic spirit was not yet rife , and poets did not fly to the ...
... strong bias toward literature and art were not likely to cast in their lot with bands of adventurers . The charms of nature were little felt or understood . The modern romantic spirit was not yet rife , and poets did not fly to the ...
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... strong theological cast . This theology - by which of course is meant , not religion itself , but a special system and doctrine of religion ( in this case chiefly Calvinism ) —appears first in the unlovely guise of controversy . The ...
... strong theological cast . This theology - by which of course is meant , not religion itself , but a special system and doctrine of religion ( in this case chiefly Calvinism ) —appears first in the unlovely guise of controversy . The ...
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... strong contrast to even such feebly poetical men as Cotton Mather and Jonathan Edwards . " There is a flower of religion , a flower of honor , a flower of chivalry , " says Sainte - Beuve , " that you must not require of Franklin . " Of ...
... strong contrast to even such feebly poetical men as Cotton Mather and Jonathan Edwards . " There is a flower of religion , a flower of honor , a flower of chivalry , " says Sainte - Beuve , " that you must not require of Franklin . " Of ...
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... housewife . The flavor of the poem , like that of the corn - meal which goes to make the pudding , is a little strong , but our grandfathers relished it . Heroic Verse . There were more serious attempts at poetry 44 THE REVOLUTIONARY ...
... housewife . The flavor of the poem , like that of the corn - meal which goes to make the pudding , is a little strong , but our grandfathers relished it . Heroic Verse . There were more serious attempts at poetry 44 THE REVOLUTIONARY ...
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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.