Literary Leaders of America: A Class-book on American LiteratureScribner, 1904 - 318 páginas |
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... Snow Image , " which is addressed to Bridge , Hawthorne refers to this life at " a country college , - gathering blue- berries in study hours , under those tall academic pines , or watching the great logs as they tumbled along the ...
... Snow Image , " which is addressed to Bridge , Hawthorne refers to this life at " a country college , - gathering blue- berries in study hours , under those tall academic pines , or watching the great logs as they tumbled along the ...
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... Snow Image and Other Tales , " in " Mosses from an Old Manse , " and in the two collections for chil- dren , " A Wonder Book " and " Tanglewood Tales . " Per- haps nothing in the tale form is more characteristic than such sketches as ...
... Snow Image and Other Tales , " in " Mosses from an Old Manse , " and in the two collections for chil- dren , " A Wonder Book " and " Tanglewood Tales . " Per- haps nothing in the tale form is more characteristic than such sketches as ...
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... SNOW IMAGE : A CHILDISH MIRACLE One afternoon of a cold winter's day , when the sun shone forth with chilly brightness , after a long storm , two children asked leave of their mother to run out and play in the new- fallen snow . The ...
... SNOW IMAGE : A CHILDISH MIRACLE One afternoon of a cold winter's day , when the sun shone forth with chilly brightness , after a long storm , two children asked leave of their mother to run out and play in the new- fallen snow . The ...
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... snow ; for , though it had looked so dreary and dismal , drifting downward out of the gray sky , it had a very cheerful aspect , now that the sun was shining on it . The children dwelt in a city , and had no wider play - place than a ...
... snow ; for , though it had looked so dreary and dismal , drifting downward out of the gray sky , it had a very cheerful aspect , now that the sun was shining on it . The children dwelt in a city , and had no wider play - place than a ...
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... snow sister will not love the warmth . " And forthwith the children began this great business of mak- ing a snow image that should run about ; while their mother who was sitting at the window and overheard some of their talk , could not ...
... snow sister will not love the warmth . " And forthwith the children began this great business of mak- ing a snow image that should run about ; while their mother who was sitting at the window and overheard some of their talk , could not ...
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Literary Leaders of America: A Class-book on American Literature Richard Burton Visualização completa - 1904 |
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Página 168 - 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.
Página 244 - And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays; Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten; Every clod feels a stir of might, •An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And...
Página 289 - Dark mother always gliding near with soft feet, Have none chanted for thee a chant of fullest welcome? Then I chant it for thee, I glorify thee above all, I bring thee a song that when thou must indeed come, come unfalteringly.
Página 169 - 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 77 - The angels, not half so happy in heaven, Went envying her and me; Yes! that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
Página 212 - 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 Lair.
Página 82 - The skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crisped and sere — The leaves they were withering and sere; It was night in the lonesome October Of my most immemorial year...
Página 87 - And all with pearl and ruby glowing Was the fair palace door, Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing, And sparkling evermore, A troop of Echoes, whose sweet duty Was but to sing, In voices of surpassing beauty, The wit and wisdom of their king.
Página 189 - I SHOT an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, 1 knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong.
Página 161 - 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.