A Century of American Literature, 1776-1876Henry Augustin Beers Holt, 1878 - 407 páginas |
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... thou dost confine me to the spleen , As of that only part I were the Queen ; Let me as well make thy precincts the Gall , So prison thee within that bladder small . Likewise the useful spleen , though not the best , INTRODUCTION . xi.
... thou dost confine me to the spleen , As of that only part I were the Queen ; Let me as well make thy precincts the Gall , So prison thee within that bladder small . Likewise the useful spleen , though not the best , INTRODUCTION . xi.
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... thee , smoking from the kine , Its substance mingled , married in with thine , Shall cool and temper thy superior heat , And save the pains of blowing while I eat . Oh ! could the smooth , the emblematic song Flow like thy genial juices ...
... thee , smoking from the kine , Its substance mingled , married in with thine , Shall cool and temper thy superior heat , And save the pains of blowing while I eat . Oh ! could the smooth , the emblematic song Flow like thy genial juices ...
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... thee in Savoy ! Doom'd o'er the world through devious paths to roam , Each clime my country , and each house my home , My soul is soothed , my cares have found an end : I greet my long - lost , unforgotten friend . For thee , through ...
... thee in Savoy ! Doom'd o'er the world through devious paths to roam , Each clime my country , and each house my home , My soul is soothed , my cares have found an end : I greet my long - lost , unforgotten friend . For thee , through ...
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... thee different names . Thee the soft nations round the warm Levant Polenta call ; the French of course , Polante . E'en in thy native regions , how I blush To hear the Pennsylvanians call thee Mush ! On Hudson's banks , while men of ...
... thee different names . Thee the soft nations round the warm Levant Polenta call ; the French of course , Polante . E'en in thy native regions , how I blush To hear the Pennsylvanians call thee Mush ! On Hudson's banks , while men of ...
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... thee . My father loved thee through his length of days , For thee his fields were shaded o'er with maize ; From thee what health , what vigor he possessed Ten sturdy freemen from his loins attest ; Thy constellation ruled my natal morn ...
... thee . My father loved thee through his length of days , For thee his fields were shaded o'er with maize ; From thee what health , what vigor he possessed Ten sturdy freemen from his loins attest ; Thy constellation ruled my natal morn ...
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Página 113 - 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 116 - WHITHER, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way...
Página 150 - 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 252 - Once upon a midnight dreary, While I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious Volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, Suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, Rapping at my chamber door ; "Tis some visitor," I muttered, "Tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.
Página 72 - There was a silence for a little while, when an old man replied, in a thin, piping voice, "Nicholas Vedder! why, he is dead and gone these eighteen years! There was a wooden tombstone in the churchyard that used to tell all about him, but that's rotten and gone too.
Página 51 - O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Página 112 - Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home...
Página 70 - He recognized on the sign, however, the ruby face of King George, under which he had smoked so many a peaceful pipe ; but even this was singularly metamorphosed. The red coat was changed for one of blue and buff, a sword was held in the hand instead of a sceptre, the head was decorated with a cocked hat, and underneath was painted in large characters, GENERAL WASHINGTON.
Página 114 - Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again; And, lost each human trace, surrendering up Thine individual being, shalt thou go To mix forever with the elements, To be a brother to the insensible rock And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain Turns with his share, and treads upon.
Página 121 - Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light, and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood? Alas ! they all are in their graves, the gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds, with the fair and good of ours. The rain is falling where they lie, but the cold November rain Calls not from out the gloomy earth the lovely ones again.