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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... sure she did not forget those saddle - bags that held the detestable bottles out of which he used to shake those loathsome powders which , to virgin childish palates that find heaven in strawberries and peaches , are- Well , I suppose I ...
... sure she did not forget those saddle - bags that held the detestable bottles out of which he used to shake those loathsome powders which , to virgin childish palates that find heaven in strawberries and peaches , are- Well , I suppose I ...
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... don't feel quite sure , " the Colonel answered . " His dyspepsy has been bad on him lately . He wrote to say , that , Providence permittin ' , it would be agreeable to him to take a part in 20 [ 1835-60 OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES .
... don't feel quite sure , " the Colonel answered . " His dyspepsy has been bad on him lately . He wrote to say , that , Providence permittin ' , it would be agreeable to him to take a part in 20 [ 1835-60 OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES .
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... sure ! I don't feel quite certain whether it's you or your older sister , but I know it's somebody I call Carrie , and that I've known ever since " - A sound something between a howl and an oath startled the company and broke off the ...
... sure ! I don't feel quite certain whether it's you or your older sister , but I know it's somebody I call Carrie , and that I've known ever since " - A sound something between a howl and an oath startled the company and broke off the ...
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... sure to love it ; if he loves it , its phrases will cling to him as hardly any others do . It may not be for the multitude , but it finds its place like pollen - dust and penetrates to the consciousness it is to fertilize and bring to ...
... sure to love it ; if he loves it , its phrases will cling to him as hardly any others do . It may not be for the multitude , but it finds its place like pollen - dust and penetrates to the consciousness it is to fertilize and bring to ...
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... sure conclusions . I do not say that more heroic surgery might not have put down the Rebel- lion ; but it is plain that Lincoln was a man fitted for the leadership at a time when men differed so much about the ends as well as the ...
... sure conclusions . I do not say that more heroic surgery might not have put down the Rebel- lion ; but it is plain that Lincoln was a man fitted for the leadership at a time when men differed so much about the ends as well as the ...
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Стр. 3 - 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...
Стр. 29 - 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.
Стр. 510 - 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!
Стр. 490 - 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.
Стр. 434 - 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.
Стр. 548 - 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.
Стр. 502 - 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.
Стр. 503 - 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...
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Стр. 503 - 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.