Century Readings for a Course in American Literature1919 |
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... wild frontier at the headwaters of the Susquehanna in the state of New York . Here on the shores of Lake Otsego he built in 1786 a manor house in southern plantation fashion , the center of a little self- dependent community , and here ...
... wild frontier at the headwaters of the Susquehanna in the state of New York . Here on the shores of Lake Otsego he built in 1786 a manor house in southern plantation fashion , the center of a little self- dependent community , and here ...
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... wild and peculiar attire : Some moments elapsed before the Teton spoke , and then it was in doubt whether 50 he addressed one like himself , or some wanderer of that race who , he had heard , were spreading themselves like hungry ...
... wild and peculiar attire : Some moments elapsed before the Teton spoke , and then it was in doubt whether 50 he addressed one like himself , or some wanderer of that race who , he had heard , were spreading themselves like hungry ...
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... wild bee's golden vest : His cloak , of a thousand mingled dyes , Was formed of the wings of butterflies ; 385 His shield was the shell of a lady - bug queen , Studs of gold on a ground of green ; And the quivering lance which he ...
... wild bee's golden vest : His cloak , of a thousand mingled dyes , Was formed of the wings of butterflies ; 385 His shield was the shell of a lady - bug queen , Studs of gold on a ground of green ; And the quivering lance which he ...
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... wild witch - hazel tree . The beetle guards our holy ground , He flies about the haunted place , And if mortal there be found , He hums in his ears and flaps his face ; The leaf - harp sounds our roundelay , The owlet's eyes our ...
... wild witch - hazel tree . The beetle guards our holy ground , He flies about the haunted place , And if mortal there be found , He hums in his ears and flaps his face ; The leaf - harp sounds our roundelay , The owlet's eyes our ...
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... wild had rung , From one who , lingering round thy ruined wall , Had plucked thy mourning flowers and wept thy timeless fall . VIII The Huron chief escaped from foeman nigh , His frail bark launches on Niagara's tides , 65 ' Pride in ...
... wild had rung , From one who , lingering round thy ruined wall , Had plucked thy mourning flowers and wept thy timeless fall . VIII The Huron chief escaped from foeman nigh , His frail bark launches on Niagara's tides , 65 ' Pride in ...
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Termos e frases comuns
American Atlantic Monthly Aylmer beauty Ben Bolt beneath bird breath called Campbell dark David Swan dead death door dream earth England eyes face fancy father feel feet fire flowers give Graham's Magazine hand head hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha hills hour human Indian JESSAMY JONATHAN land laugh leaves Leaves of Grass light literary live look Lord Rawdon ment mind Miss Ophelia morning mother nature never night Nokomis o'er once passed poems poet river round sail Sandemanian seemed seen shore side silence sing sleep smile Somers song Song of Hiawatha soul spirit stood sweet tell thee thet things thou thought tion Tom Walker Topsy trees ture turned voice Vulpes whole wigwam wild wind woods words young youth Zoeterwoude
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Página 324 - thing of evil — prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us, by that God we both adore, Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore: Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore!
Página 138 - 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 445 - In your hands, my dissatisfied fellow-countrymen, and not in mine, is the momentous issue of civil war. The government will not assail you. You can have no conflict without being yourselves the aggressors. You have no oath registered in heaven to destroy the government, while I shall have the most solemn one to "preserve, protect, and defend it.
Página 457 - Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord: He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword: His truth is marching on.
Página 240 - The village smithy stands; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands ; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Página 323 - Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before. "Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice; Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore— Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;— 'Tis the wind and nothing more!
Página 136 - When thoughts Of the last bitter hour come like a blight Over thy spirit, and sad images Of the stern agony and shroud and pall, And breathless darkness and the narrow house, Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart...
Página 136 - 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 137 - In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone. So shalt thou rest, and what if thou withdraw In silence from the living, and no friend Take note of thy departure? All that breathe Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favorite phantom ; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.
Página 467 - 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! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead.