A Century of American Literature, 1776-1876Henry Augustin Beers Holt, 1878 - 407 pages |
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... , though little of permanent value was pro- duced . The analogies between the young democracy and the ancient republics were obvious , and , as happened in France , a certain pseudo - classicism infected the INTRODUCTION . xxiii.
... , though little of permanent value was pro- duced . The analogies between the young democracy and the ancient republics were obvious , and , as happened in France , a certain pseudo - classicism infected the INTRODUCTION . xxiii.
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... young poets graduated from Yale , just as the struggle began , and , glowing with patriotic ardor , dedicated their muses to the service of Independence . The oldest of these was Timothy Dwight , who had completed in 1775 The Con- quest ...
... young poets graduated from Yale , just as the struggle began , and , glowing with patriotic ardor , dedicated their muses to the service of Independence . The oldest of these was Timothy Dwight , who had completed in 1775 The Con- quest ...
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... young , nor useless to the old . First in your bowl the milk abundant take , Then drop with care along the silver lake Your flakes of pudding ; these at first will hide Their little bulk beneath the swelling tide ; But when their ...
... young , nor useless to the old . First in your bowl the milk abundant take , Then drop with care along the silver lake Your flakes of pudding ; these at first will hide Their little bulk beneath the swelling tide ; But when their ...
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... young girl appeared , with many marks of distress . In answer to my question , she answered that both her parents were sick , and that they could receive no one . I inquired , in vain , for any other tavern at which strangers might be ...
... young girl appeared , with many marks of distress . In answer to my question , she answered that both her parents were sick , and that they could receive no one . I inquired , in vain , for any other tavern at which strangers might be ...
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... Young man , " said he , " what is thy condition ? Art thou sick ? If thou art , thou must consent to receive the best treatment which the times will afford . These men will convey thee to the hospital at Bush Hill . " The mention of ...
... Young man , " said he , " what is thy condition ? Art thou sick ? If thou art , thou must consent to receive the best treatment which the times will afford . These men will convey thee to the hospital at Bush Hill . " The mention of ...
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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.