American Literature ; an Historical Sketch, 1620-1880A. and C. Black, 1882 - 472 pagini |
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... present time . The , still , limited compass of the work prevents its making any pretence to completeness it disclaims assuming to be a catalogue even of all the writers who , in their own country , have , on various grounds , attained ...
... present time . The , still , limited compass of the work prevents its making any pretence to completeness it disclaims assuming to be a catalogue even of all the writers who , in their own country , have , on various grounds , attained ...
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... present : it enables us by our own eyes and ears to refute misrepresentations , sometimes to resolve per- plexities ; but we must not expect too much from it . " Patria quis exsul . " " Cœlum non animum . " We can only gather interest ...
... present : it enables us by our own eyes and ears to refute misrepresentations , sometimes to resolve per- plexities ; but we must not expect too much from it . " Patria quis exsul . " " Cœlum non animum . " We can only gather interest ...
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... present : to predict the future is impossible . Props to memory are more common and more secure than " aids to reflection . " Antiquity is brought to our firesides in the classics , till Athens and Rome " to us are nothing novel ...
... present : to predict the future is impossible . Props to memory are more common and more secure than " aids to reflection . " Antiquity is brought to our firesides in the classics , till Athens and Rome " to us are nothing novel ...
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... present to the mind - the infinity of space rather than the infinity of time is opposed to the restricted , rather than to the transient , exist- ence of man . Nothing strikes a traveller in that country so much as this feature of ...
... present to the mind - the infinity of space rather than the infinity of time is opposed to the restricted , rather than to the transient , exist- ence of man . Nothing strikes a traveller in that country so much as this feature of ...
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... present time it has been , in great measure , an offshoot or prolongation of the literature of Europe . Native artists have been prone to take their intel- SPIRIT OF IMITATION . 25 lectual culture from abroad , 24 AMERICAN LITERATURE .
... present time it has been , in great measure , an offshoot or prolongation of the literature of Europe . Native artists have been prone to take their intel- SPIRIT OF IMITATION . 25 lectual culture from abroad , 24 AMERICAN LITERATURE .
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Pagina 188 - The hills Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun, — the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between ; The venerable woods — rivers that move * In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green; and, poured round all, Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man.
Pagina 80 - And, behold, the Lord passed by, and a great and strong wind rent the mountains, and brake in pieces the rocks before the Lord; but the Lord was not in the wind: and after the wind an earthquake; but the Lord was not in the earthquake: and after the earthquake a fire; but the Lord was not in the fire: and after the fire a still small voice.
Pagina 199 - Down the dark future, through long generations, The echoing sounds grow fainter and then cease; And like a bell, with solemn, sweet vibrations, I hear once more the voice of Christ say, "Peace !" Peace ! and no longer from its brazen portals The blast of War's great organ shakes the skies ! But beautiful as songs of the immortals, The holy melodies of love arise.
Pagina 219 - IN THE greenest of our valleys, By good angels tenanted, Once a fair and stately palace — Radiant palace — reared its head. In the monarch Thought's dominion — It stood there! Never seraph spread a pinion Over fabric half so fair.
Pagina 247 - And so beside the Silent Sea I wait the muffled oar ; No harm from Him can come to me On ocean or on shore. I know not where His islands lift Their fronded palms in air ; I only know I cannot drift Beyond His love and care.
Pagina 301 - They reckon ill who leave me out; When me they fly, I am the wings; I am the doubter and the doubt, And I the hymn the Brahmin sings.
Pagina 239 - Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord: He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword: His truth is marching on.
Pagina 213 - RECONCILIATION WORD over all, beautiful as the sky, Beautiful that war and all its deeds of carnage must in time be utterly lost, That the hands of the sisters Death and Night incessantly softly wash again, and ever again, this soil'd world; For my enemy is dead, a man divine as myself is dead, I look where he lies white-faced and still in the coffin — I draw near, Bend down and touch lightly with my lips the white face in the coffin.
Pagina 224 - New occasions teach new duties ; Time makes ancient good uncouth ; They must upward still, and onward, who would keep abreast of Truth ; Lo, before us gleam her camp-fires ! we ourselves must Pilgrims be, Launch our Mayflower, and steer boldly through the desperate winter sea, Nor attempt the Future's portal with the Past's blood-rusted key.
Pagina 250 - 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.