Oregon LiteratureJ. K. Gill, 1902 - 253 pagini |
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... the genial heavens and the generous earth to give them consolation and hope . I cannot tell how they lived ; nor how they supplied their numerous wants of family life . All these things are mysteries to everyone , UNIV . OF.
... the genial heavens and the generous earth to give them consolation and hope . I cannot tell how they lived ; nor how they supplied their numerous wants of family life . All these things are mysteries to everyone , UNIV . OF.
Pagina 6
John B. Horner. life . All these things are mysteries to everyone , except- ing to those who can give their solution from actual ex- perience . " But of this one thing be assured , under these trying circumstances , life with them grew ...
John B. Horner. life . All these things are mysteries to everyone , except- ing to those who can give their solution from actual ex- perience . " But of this one thing be assured , under these trying circumstances , life with them grew ...
Pagina 14
... things with which busy , active men have to think and to do than has any other influence in the state ; second only to this institution is the Chautauqua at Ashland . INFLUENCE OF NEWSPAPERS AND MAGAZINES . The pioneers well remember ...
... things with which busy , active men have to think and to do than has any other influence in the state ; second only to this institution is the Chautauqua at Ashland . INFLUENCE OF NEWSPAPERS AND MAGAZINES . The pioneers well remember ...
Pagina 19
... things written by Anne Bradstreet and Michael Wigglesworth , the two greatest poets of the Colonial period , would be now regarded as mere doggerel alongside of the poems of Samuel Simpson , Joaquin Miller , Edwin Markham , or Ella ...
... things written by Anne Bradstreet and Michael Wigglesworth , the two greatest poets of the Colonial period , would be now regarded as mere doggerel alongside of the poems of Samuel Simpson , Joaquin Miller , Edwin Markham , or Ella ...
Pagina 24
... thing of mine in print was the valedictory class poem , Columbia College , Eugene , Oregon , 1859 . Oregon , settled ... things ; but here is a paragraph from the pen of George A. Waggoner in the February , 1897 , Qregon Teachers Monthly ...
... thing of mine in print was the valedictory class poem , Columbia College , Eugene , Oregon , 1859 . Oregon , settled ... things ; but here is a paragraph from the pen of George A. Waggoner in the February , 1897 , Qregon Teachers Monthly ...
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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?