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... head , and no remark is made . " Religion in America , asserts Mr. Trollope , is characterised by a certain rowdiness . Religion in England , declares Mr. Emerson , is torpid and slavish . Both authors confirm , by their example , the ...
... head , and no remark is made . " Religion in America , asserts Mr. Trollope , is characterised by a certain rowdiness . Religion in England , declares Mr. Emerson , is torpid and slavish . Both authors confirm , by their example , the ...
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... heads lead the masses . Compromises based on a mutual forbearance may be the preludes to gradual reform ; compromises effected by concessions to force , as " Free California " on one side , the Fugitive Slave Law " on the other , are ...
... heads lead the masses . Compromises based on a mutual forbearance may be the preludes to gradual reform ; compromises effected by concessions to force , as " Free California " on one side , the Fugitive Slave Law " on the other , are ...
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... heads are bewildered by superstitions , as natural to their circumstances as to their age . That age was , in some respects , fortunate in having no professional authors ; for the absence of literary ambitions , with their attendant ...
... heads are bewildered by superstitions , as natural to their circumstances as to their age . That age was , in some respects , fortunate in having no professional authors ; for the absence of literary ambitions , with their attendant ...
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... heads he cut off , in the East , to the rash exploration when he was saved from an Indian club by the child Pocahontas , it reads more like a canto of The Cid or a chapter of Westward Ho ! than a page of real biography . His True ...
... heads he cut off , in the East , to the rash exploration when he was saved from an Indian club by the child Pocahontas , it reads more like a canto of The Cid or a chapter of Westward Ho ! than a page of real biography . His True ...
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... or of history , and a few scattered verses . Enough , under the first head , remains to show that the sus- ceptibility of the old northern voyagers to the fresh impres- sions and aspects of animate and inanimate nature was in.
... or of history , and a few scattered verses . Enough , under the first head , remains to show that the sus- ceptibility of the old northern voyagers to the fresh impres- sions and aspects of animate and inanimate nature was in.
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188 ÆäÀÌÁö - The hills Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun, — the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between ; The venerable woods — rivers that move * In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green; and, poured round all, Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man.
80 ÆäÀÌÁö - And, behold, the Lord passed by, and a great and strong wind rent the mountains, and brake in pieces the rocks before the Lord; but the Lord was not in the wind: and after the wind an earthquake; but the Lord was not in the earthquake: and after the earthquake a fire; but the Lord was not in the fire: and after the fire a still small voice.
199 ÆäÀÌÁö - Down the dark future, through long generations, The echoing sounds grow fainter and then cease; And like a bell, with solemn, sweet vibrations, I hear once more the voice of Christ say, "Peace !" Peace ! and no longer from its brazen portals The blast of War's great organ shakes the skies ! But beautiful as songs of the immortals, The holy melodies of love arise.
219 ÆäÀÌÁö - IN THE greenest of our valleys, By good angels tenanted, Once a fair and stately palace — Radiant palace — reared its head. In the monarch Thought's dominion — It stood there! Never seraph spread a pinion Over fabric half so fair.
247 ÆäÀÌÁö - And so beside the Silent Sea I wait the muffled oar ; No harm from Him can come to me On ocean or on shore. I know not where His islands lift Their fronded palms in air ; I only know I cannot drift Beyond His love and care.
301 ÆäÀÌÁö - They reckon ill who leave me out; When me they fly, I am the wings; I am the doubter and the doubt, And I the hymn the Brahmin sings.
239 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
213 ÆäÀÌÁö - RECONCILIATION WORD over all, beautiful as the sky, Beautiful that war and all its deeds of carnage must in time be utterly lost, That the hands of the sisters Death and Night incessantly softly wash again, and ever again, this soil'd world; For my enemy is dead, a man divine as myself is dead, I look where he lies white-faced and still in the coffin — I draw near, Bend down and touch lightly with my lips the white face in the coffin.
224 ÆäÀÌÁö - New occasions teach new duties ; Time makes ancient good uncouth ; They must upward still, and onward, who would keep abreast of Truth ; Lo, before us gleam her camp-fires ! we ourselves must Pilgrims be, Launch our Mayflower, and steer boldly through the desperate winter sea, Nor attempt the Future's portal with the Past's blood-rusted key.
250 ÆäÀÌÁö - This is the ship of pearl, which poets feign Sails the unshadowed main, The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings, In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair.