A Library of American Literature from the Earliest Settlement to the Present Time: Literature of the republic, pt. 3, 1835-1860Edmund Clarence Stedman, Ellen Mackay Hutchinson, Mrs. Ellen Mackay Hutchinson Cortissoz W. E. Benjamin, 1894 |
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... JOHN WILLIAM DRAPER . The Organization of Public Intellect 121 126 The American Democracy FRANCES SARGENT OSGOOD . A Dancing Girl . Calumny Song • He May Go - If He Can " Bois Ton Sang , Beaumanoir ! Her Last Verses 130 130 131 131 131 ...
... JOHN WILLIAM DRAPER . The Organization of Public Intellect 121 126 The American Democracy FRANCES SARGENT OSGOOD . A Dancing Girl . Calumny Song • He May Go - If He Can " Bois Ton Sang , Beaumanoir ! Her Last Verses 130 130 131 131 131 ...
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... JOHN LOSSING . Old - Time Life in Albany . JOHN CHARLES FREMONT . The First Exploration of the Great Salt Lake On Recrossing the Rocky Mountains in Winter after Many Years NOTED SAYINGS . From " The Creole Village . " - A Vow , in " The ...
... JOHN LOSSING . Old - Time Life in Albany . JOHN CHARLES FREMONT . The First Exploration of the Great Salt Lake On Recrossing the Rocky Mountains in Winter after Many Years NOTED SAYINGS . From " The Creole Village . " - A Vow , in " The ...
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... JOHN SULLIVAN DWIGHT . A Definition of Music SYLVESTER JUDD . A Child's Sunday a Hundred Years Ago PAGE 194 195 196 198 201 202 205 206 207 209 213 214 215 216 217 218 218 219 221 222 224 224 227 228 232 232 233 235 CHARLES TIMOTHY ...
... JOHN SULLIVAN DWIGHT . A Definition of Music SYLVESTER JUDD . A Child's Sunday a Hundred Years Ago PAGE 194 195 196 198 201 202 205 206 207 209 213 214 215 216 217 218 218 219 221 222 224 224 227 228 232 232 233 235 CHARLES TIMOTHY ...
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... John Thorogood , Dissenter RUFUS WILMOT GRISWOLD . The Genius and Character of Poe . THOMAS BANGS THORPE . The Bee - Hunter JOHNSON J. HOOPER . PAGE 253 255 256 261 269 270 272 276 281 282 285 གླུ་ ཟླ་ གླུ་ ཚུ 288 Taking the Census 290 ...
... John Thorogood , Dissenter RUFUS WILMOT GRISWOLD . The Genius and Character of Poe . THOMAS BANGS THORPE . The Bee - Hunter JOHNSON J. HOOPER . PAGE 253 255 256 261 269 270 272 276 281 282 285 གླུ་ ཟླ་ གླུ་ ཚུ 288 Taking the Census 290 ...
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... JOHN GODFREY SAXE . The Way of the World The Briefless Barrister HENRY DAVID THOREAU . Spring Beside Walden The Fisher's Boy Mist The Wellfleet Oysterman JOHN JAY . Happy Results from a Policy of Justice . JOHN Ross BROWNE . The History ...
... JOHN GODFREY SAXE . The Way of the World The Briefless Barrister HENRY DAVID THOREAU . Spring Beside Walden The Fisher's Boy Mist The Wellfleet Oysterman JOHN JAY . Happy Results from a Policy of Justice . JOHN Ross BROWNE . The History ...
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3 ÆäÀÌÁö - AY, tear her tattered ensign down! -£^- Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky; Beneath it rung the battle shout, And burst the cannon's roar;— The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more! Her deck, once red with heroes...
29 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.
510 ÆäÀÌÁö - O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain! my Captain!
490 ÆäÀÌÁö - His truth is marching on. I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps; They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps; I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps His day is marching on. I have read a fiery gospel, writ in burnished rows of steel; "As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal; Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel, Since God is marching on.
434 ÆäÀÌÁö - THE snow had begun in the gloaming, And busily all the night Had been heaping field and highway With a silence deep and white. Every pine and fir and hemlock Wore ermine too dear for an earl, And the poorest twig on the elm-tree Was ridged inch deep with pearl.
548 ÆäÀÌÁö - The muffled drum's sad roll has beat The soldier's last tattoo; No more on life's parade shall meet That brave and fallen few. On Fame's eternal camping ground * Their silent tents are spread, And Glory guards, with solemn round, The bivouac of the dead.
502 ÆäÀÌÁö - A child said, What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he. I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven.
503 ÆäÀÌÁö - What do you think has become of the young and old men? And what do you think has become of the women and children? They are alive and well somewhere, The smallest sprout shows there is really no death...
415 ÆäÀÌÁö - The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives; His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings, And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings; He sings to the wide world, and she to her nest, — In the nice ear of Nature which song is the best...
503 ÆäÀÌÁö - I am the poet of the Body and I am the poet of the Soul, The pleasures of heaven are with me and the pains of hell are with me, The first I graft and increase upon myself, the latter I translate into a new tongue.