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... Heart . JAMES FENIMORE COOPER • The Ariel on the Shoals Deerslayer Becomes Hawkeye Uncas Before Tamenund . WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT . Thanatopsis ... The Death of the Flowers Waiting by the Gate The Battlefield · RALPH WALDO EMERSON Nature ...
... Heart . JAMES FENIMORE COOPER • The Ariel on the Shoals Deerslayer Becomes Hawkeye Uncas Before Tamenund . WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT . Thanatopsis ... The Death of the Flowers Waiting by the Gate The Battlefield · RALPH WALDO EMERSON Nature ...
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... heart was sad , For who can pleasant be , and rest , That lives in fear and dread : And having life suspected , doth It still suspected lead ? Two days after , Powhatan having disguised himself in the 14 LITERATURE of all NATIONS .
... heart was sad , For who can pleasant be , and rest , That lives in fear and dread : And having life suspected , doth It still suspected lead ? Two days after , Powhatan having disguised himself in the 14 LITERATURE of all NATIONS .
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... hearts may quite estranged be , And all their love be turned into hate . And what are riches , to be doated on ... heart upon Such empty shadows , such wild fowl as these , That being gotten will be quickly gone , And whilst they ...
... hearts may quite estranged be , And all their love be turned into hate . And what are riches , to be doated on ... heart upon Such empty shadows , such wild fowl as these , That being gotten will be quickly gone , And whilst they ...
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... heart of the city , I met not more than a dozen figures ; and these were ghost - like , wrapt in cloaks , from behind which they cast upon me glances of wonder and suspicion ; and , as I approached , changed their course to avoid me ...
... heart of the city , I met not more than a dozen figures ; and these were ghost - like , wrapt in cloaks , from behind which they cast upon me glances of wonder and suspicion ; and , as I approached , changed their course to avoid me ...
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... heart ; but damn it , it wasn't right to put him in his coffin before the breath was fairly gone . I thought the last look he gave me told me to stay a few minutes . " " Pshaw ! he could not live . The sooner dead the better for him ...
... heart ; but damn it , it wasn't right to put him in his coffin before the breath was fairly gone . I thought the last look he gave me told me to stay a few minutes . " " Pshaw ! he could not live . The sooner dead the better for him ...
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American ASTARTE beautiful bells bird born bosom breath bright Byron child cried dark dead death deep Deerslayer delight Donatello door dream earth Eginhard England English eyes face fame father fear feel fire flowers gaze genius hand head hear heard heart heaven Hester Hester Prynne Hilda human Ichabod Crane Indian JAMES FENIMORE COOPER Leigh Hunt light literary literature lived lived seventy-nine look melancholy mind Miriam nature never night o'er passed PETER STUYVESANT pilot poems poet poetry poor replied returned Rip Van Winkle romance round seemed ship silent smile song Song of Hiawatha soul speak spirit stood story strange sweet Tamenund tell thee thing THOMAS FAED thou thought tion tree turned Uncas Uncle Tom's Cabin Undine verse village voice wild wind words wrote young youth
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Page 136 - Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore, Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never — nevermore.
Page 137 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door...
Page 249 - High instincts before which our mortal nature Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised : But for those first affections Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing...
Page 212 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed.
Page 141 - Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days! None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise.
Page 250 - I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
Page 131 - Hear the sledges with the bells — Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Page 237 - All in a hot and copper sky The bloody sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the moon.
Page 218 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: — Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Page 242 - Had thrilled my guileless Genevieve; The music and the doleful tale, The rich and balmy eve; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, An undistinguishable throng, And gentle wishes long subdued, Subdued and cherished long. She wept with pity and delight, She blushed with love, and virgin shame; And like the murmur of a dream, I heard her breathe my name. Her bosom heaved, — • she stepped aside, As conscious of my look she stept, — Then suddenly, with timorous eye She fled to me and wept.