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... published last year for the Chautauqua Circle . In writing it I have followed the same plan , aiming to present the subject in a sort of continuous essay rather than in the form of a " primer " or elementary manual . I have not un ...
... published last year for the Chautauqua Circle . In writing it I have followed the same plan , aiming to present the subject in a sort of continuous essay rather than in the form of a " primer " or elementary manual . I have not un ...
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... Without a Country ; to Walt Whitman for his two poems ; and to Mr. Clemens and the American Publishing Co. for the passage from The Jump- ing Frog . HENRY A. BEERS . CONTENTS . CHAPTER I. PAGE 9 THE COLONIAL PERIOD , 6 PREFACE .
... Without a Country ; to Walt Whitman for his two poems ; and to Mr. Clemens and the American Publishing Co. for the passage from The Jump- ing Frog . HENRY A. BEERS . CONTENTS . CHAPTER I. PAGE 9 THE COLONIAL PERIOD , 6 PREFACE .
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... published at London in 1610. Shakespeare's contempo- rary , Michael Drayton , the poet of the Polyolbion , addressed a spirited valedictory ode to the three shiploads of " brave , heroic minds " who sailed from London in 1606 to ...
... published at London in 1610. Shakespeare's contempo- rary , Michael Drayton , the poet of the Polyolbion , addressed a spirited valedictory ode to the three shiploads of " brave , heroic minds " who sailed from London in 1606 to ...
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... published in fur- therance of those ends Good News from Virginia , in 1613 , three years before his death by drowning in the James River . The conditions were much more favorable for the pro- duction of a literature in New England than ...
... published in fur- therance of those ends Good News from Virginia , in 1613 , three years before his death by drowning in the James River . The conditions were much more favorable for the pro- duction of a literature in New England than ...
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... published shortly after its author's arrival in England . The civil war , too , put a stop to further emigration from England until after the Restoration in 1660 . The mass of the Puritan immigration consisted of men of the middle class ...
... published shortly after its author's arrival in England . The civil war , too , put a stop to further emigration from England until after the Restoration in 1660 . The mass of the Puritan immigration consisted of men of the middle class ...
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13 ÆäÀÌÁö - I thank God, there are no free schools nor printing, and I hope we shall not have these hundred years. For learning has brought disobedience and heresy, and sects into the world, and printing has divulged them, and libels against the best government. God keep us from both"!
251 ÆäÀÌÁö - TO HELEN. Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece And the grandeur that was Rome.
248 ÆäÀÌÁö - I saw him once before, As he passed by the door, And again The pavement stones resound, As he totters o'er the ground With his cane. They say that in his prime, Ere the pruning-knife of Time Cut him down, Not a better man was found By the Crier on his round Through the town. But now he walks the streets, And he looks at all he meets Sad and wan, And he shakes his feeble head, That it seems as if he said, "They are gone.
110 ÆäÀÌÁö - The hand that rounded Peter's dome, And groined the aisles of Christian Rome, Wrought in a sad sincerity: Himself from God he could not free; He builded better than he knew : The conscious stone to beauty grew.
147 ÆäÀÌÁö - I am in earnest. I will not equivocate — I will not excuse — I will not retreat a single inch. AND I WILL BE HEARD.
232 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
235 ÆäÀÌÁö - Give me health and a day, and I will make the pomp of emperors ridiculous. The dawn is my Assyria; the sunset and moonrise my Paphos, and unimaginable realms of faerie; broad noon shall be my England of the senses and the understanding; the night shall be my Germany of mystic philosophy and...
233 ÆäÀÌÁö - To be a brother to the insensible rock And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain Turns with his share and treads upon. The oak Shall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy mould. Yet not to thine eternal resting-place Shalt thou retire alone, — nor couldst thou wish Couch more magnificent. Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world — with kings, The powerful of the earth — the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulchre.
248 ÆäÀÌÁö - Oh, better that her shattered hulk Should sink beneath the wave; Her thunders shook the mighty deep, And there should be her grave; Nail to the mast her holy flag, Set every threadbare sail, And give her to the god of storms, The lightning and the gale!
154 ÆäÀÌÁö - The wind-flower and the violet, they perished long ago, And the brier-rose and the orchis died amid the summer glow; But on the hill the golden-rod, and the aster in the wood, And the yellow sun-flower by the brook, in autumn beauty stood, Till fell the frost from the clear cold heaven, as falls the plague on men, And the brightness of their smile was gone, from upland, glade, and glen.