Oregon LiteratureJ. K. Gill, 1902 - 253 pagini |
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Pagina 13
... dark , and descend in showers ; oh , how easily . " Is not that Western Oregon ? The Saxons of Europe have left their climate to find a similar climate here . The West Oregonian should , therefore , possess many of the qualities which ...
... dark , and descend in showers ; oh , how easily . " Is not that Western Oregon ? The Saxons of Europe have left their climate to find a similar climate here . The West Oregonian should , therefore , possess many of the qualities which ...
Pagina 43
... darkness . Ah , that night Of all dark nights ! And then a speck- A light ! A light ! A light ! A light ! It grew , a starlit flag unfurled ! It grew to be Time's burst of dawn . He gained a world ; he gave that world Its grandest ...
... darkness . Ah , that night Of all dark nights ! And then a speck- A light ! A light ! A light ! A light ! It grew , a starlit flag unfurled ! It grew to be Time's burst of dawn . He gained a world ; he gave that world Its grandest ...
Pagina 49
... dark . A coyote's mournful cry Sinks from the canyon - whence the river leaps . A blade of silver underneath the moon . Like restful seas the yellow wheat fields lie . Dreamless and still . And while the valley sleeps , O hear ! -the ...
... dark . A coyote's mournful cry Sinks from the canyon - whence the river leaps . A blade of silver underneath the moon . Like restful seas the yellow wheat fields lie . Dreamless and still . And while the valley sleeps , O hear ! -the ...
Pagina 55
... dark days are over- Why , the birds go north again . L Mrs. Higginson is , however , winning her greatest fame as a short - story writer . Her ability in this field of lit erature was recognized in the stories she wrote for the Oregon ...
... dark days are over- Why , the birds go north again . L Mrs. Higginson is , however , winning her greatest fame as a short - story writer . Her ability in this field of lit erature was recognized in the stories she wrote for the Oregon ...
Pagina 59
... darkness- " Unclean ! Unclean ! " Mrs. Higginson's latest publication is " Mariella , " a further study of the Northwest she knows so thoroughly , and whose atmosphere she interprets so vividly in all its fresh , even crude , youth . A ...
... darkness- " Unclean ! Unclean ! " Mrs. Higginson's latest publication is " Mariella , " a further study of the Northwest she knows so thoroughly , and whose atmosphere she interprets so vividly in all its fresh , even crude , youth . A ...
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Pagina 42 - Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on!'" They sailed and sailed, as winds might blow, Until at last the blanched mate said, "Why, now not even God would know Should I and all my men fall dead. These very winds forget their way, For God from these dread seas is gone. Now speak, brave Admiral, speak and say"— He said: "Sail on! sail on! and on!
Pagina 44 - ... Is this the thing the Lord God made and gave To have dominion over sea and land; To trace the stars and search the heavens for power; To feel the passion of eternity? Is this the dream He dreamed who shaped the suns And marked their ways upon the ancient deep? Down all the caverns of Hell to their last gulf There is no shape more terrible than this...
Pagina 43 - Sail on! sail on! and on!" They sailed. They sailed. Then spake the mate: "This mad sea shows his teeth to-night. He curls his lip, he lies in wait, With lifted teeth, as if to bite! Brave Admiral, say but one good word: What shall we do when hope is gone?" The words leapt as a leaping sword: "Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on!
Pagina 195 - And the tongue is a fire, a world of iniquity: so is the ' tongue among our members, that it defileth the whole body, and setteth on fire the course of nature; and it is set on fire of hell.
Pagina 42 - Behind him lay the gray Azores, Behind, the Gates of Hercules; Before him not the ghost of shores, Before him only shoreless seas. The good mate said:'' Now must we pray, For lo! the very stars are gone. Brave Admiral, speak, what shall I say?
Pagina 35 - In men whom men condemn as ill I find so much of goodness still, In men whom men pronounce divine I find so much of sin and blot, I hesitate to draw a line Between the two, where God has not.
Pagina 44 - by the weight of centuries he leans Upon his hoe and gazes on the ground. The emptiness of ages in his face. And on his 'back the burden of the world.
Pagina 43 - Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on!" Then, pale and worn, he kept his deck, And peered through darkness. Ah, that night Of all dark nights! And then a speck— A light! A light! A light! A light! It grew, a starlit flag unfurled! It grew to be Time's burst of dawn. He gained a world; he gave that world Its grandest lesson: "On! sail on!
Pagina 7 - The charming landscape which I saw this morning is indubitably made up of some twenty or thirty farms. Miller owns this field, Locke that, and Manning the woodland beyond. But none of them owns the landscape. There is a property in the horizon which no man has but he whose eye can integrate all the parts, that is, the poet.
Pagina 44 - How will you ever straighten up this shape; Touch it again with immortality; Give back the upward looking and the light; Rebuild in it the music and the dream; Make right the immemorial infamies, Perfidious wrongs, immedicable woes?