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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... coming to , —if that was what they were to get for being good girls , —he melted down into his accustomed tears of pity and grief , and , through them all , of delight at the charming Latin of the narrative . But it was impossible to ...
... coming to , —if that was what they were to get for being good girls , —he melted down into his accustomed tears of pity and grief , and , through them all , of delight at the charming Latin of the narrative . But it was impossible to ...
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... coming . On the next leaf would figure the gentleman with the black coat and white cravat , as he looked when he came and entertained her with stories concerning the death of various little children about her age , to encourage her , as ...
... coming . On the next leaf would figure the gentleman with the black coat and white cravat , as he looked when he came and entertained her with stories concerning the death of various little children about her age , to encourage her , as ...
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... coming festivities . The tables had been set in a back room , the meats were ready , the pickles were dis- played , the cake was baked , the blanc - mange had stiffened , and the ice- cream had frozen . VOL . VII . - 2 At half past ...
... coming festivities . The tables had been set in a back room , the meats were ready , the pickles were dis- played , the cake was baked , the blanc - mange had stiffened , and the ice- cream had frozen . VOL . VII . - 2 At half past ...
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... coming yet . - Ice- 99 The great folks saw that the play was not over yet , and that it was only polite to stay and see it out . The word " Ice - Cream was no sooner whispered than it passed from one to another all down the tables . The ...
... coming yet . - Ice- 99 The great folks saw that the play was not over yet , and that it was only polite to stay and see it out . The word " Ice - Cream was no sooner whispered than it passed from one to another all down the tables . The ...
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... coming of dawn , day and night , storm and sunshine , spring - time and harvest , flowers and fruits , and , seeing that these were caused by the sun , the atmosphere , the spring rains and summer heats , personified these causes as the ...
... coming of dawn , day and night , storm and sunshine , spring - time and harvest , flowers and fruits , and , seeing that these were caused by the sun , the atmosphere , the spring rains and summer heats , personified these causes as the ...
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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.