A Century of American Literature, 1776-1876Henry Augustin Beers Holt, 1878 - 407 pages |
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Henry Augustin Beers. COPYRIGHT 1878 BY HENRY HOLT & CO New York : J. J. Little & Co. , Printers 10 to 20 Astor Place Book farm 7-27-45 53021 PREFACE . THE retrospective turn given.
Henry Augustin Beers. COPYRIGHT 1878 BY HENRY HOLT & CO New York : J. J. Little & Co. , Printers 10 to 20 Astor Place Book farm 7-27-45 53021 PREFACE . THE retrospective turn given.
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... turn given to American thought by the celebrations of the Centennial year , has stimulated an interest in the history of our literature . Mr. W. J. Linton's Poetry of America * and Mr. Charles F. Rich- ardson's Primer of American ...
... turn given to American thought by the celebrations of the Centennial year , has stimulated an interest in the history of our literature . Mr. W. J. Linton's Poetry of America * and Mr. Charles F. Rich- ardson's Primer of American ...
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... turn To draw the figure of New England's urne . New England's hour of passion is at hand No power except Divine can it withstand . Scarce hath her glass of fifty years run out , But her old prosperous steeds turn heads about , Tracking ...
... turn To draw the figure of New England's urne . New England's hour of passion is at hand No power except Divine can it withstand . Scarce hath her glass of fifty years run out , But her old prosperous steeds turn heads about , Tracking ...
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... . It scar'd me so , I hook'd it off , Nor stop'd , as I remember , Nor turn'd about , ' till I got home , Lock'd up in mother's chamber . A CENTURY OF AMERICAN LITERATURE . PHILIP FRENEAU was of xxviii INTRODUCTION .
... . It scar'd me so , I hook'd it off , Nor stop'd , as I remember , Nor turn'd about , ' till I got home , Lock'd up in mother's chamber . A CENTURY OF AMERICAN LITERATURE . PHILIP FRENEAU was of xxviii INTRODUCTION .
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... turn and round and round The ladle flies . At last the toil is crown'd ; When to the board the thronging huskers pour , And take their seats as at the corn before . I leave them to their feast . There still belong More copious matters ...
... turn and round and round The ladle flies . At last the toil is crown'd ; When to the board the thronging huskers pour , And take their seats as at the corn before . I leave them to their feast . There still belong More copious matters ...
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Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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?
Page 112 - Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.