The Masterpieces and the History of Literature1902 |
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... deep and of their environment , for sweet Liberty's sake . Naturally enough , their records were , at first , in the form of letters , the daily happenings , work , perils of the colonists , with accounts of strange fauna and flora ...
... deep and of their environment , for sweet Liberty's sake . Naturally enough , their records were , at first , in the form of letters , the daily happenings , work , perils of the colonists , with accounts of strange fauna and flora ...
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... deep in my mind ; and often have I thought of it since . When I see a merchant over - polite to his customers , -begging them to take a little brandy , and throwing his goods on the counter , -thinks I , That man has an axe to grind ...
... deep in my mind ; and often have I thought of it since . When I see a merchant over - polite to his customers , -begging them to take a little brandy , and throwing his goods on the counter , -thinks I , That man has an axe to grind ...
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... deep a reasoner as Duns Scotus or St. Thomas ; he arranges and methodizes his arguments in such a manner that they are almost irresisti- ble . Or , if by a fine edition of some old classic , you had gained the Abbé de la R to speak ...
... deep a reasoner as Duns Scotus or St. Thomas ; he arranges and methodizes his arguments in such a manner that they are almost irresisti- ble . Or , if by a fine edition of some old classic , you had gained the Abbé de la R to speak ...
Page 63
... deep reflection on the new aspects of the world , a wholesome independence of mind . For a time Philadelphia seemed likely to become the literary centre , as it was the cap- ital , of the nation . Charles Brockden Brown was the first ...
... deep reflection on the new aspects of the world , a wholesome independence of mind . For a time Philadelphia seemed likely to become the literary centre , as it was the cap- ital , of the nation . Charles Brockden Brown was the first ...
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... deep basin , black from the shadows of the surrounding forest . Here , then , poor Rip was brought to a stand . He again called and whistled after his dog ; he was only answered by the cawing of a flock of idle crows , sporting high in ...
... deep basin , black from the shadows of the surrounding forest . Here , then , poor Rip was brought to a stand . He again called and whistled after his dog ; he was only answered by the cawing of a flock of idle crows , sporting high in ...
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Popular passages
Page 136 - Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore, Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never — nevermore.
Page 137 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door...
Page 249 - High instincts before which our mortal nature Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised : But for those first affections Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing...
Page 212 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed.
Page 141 - Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days! None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise.
Page 250 - I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
Page 131 - Hear the sledges with the bells — Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Page 237 - All in a hot and copper sky The bloody sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the moon.
Page 218 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: — Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Page 242 - Had thrilled my guileless Genevieve; The music and the doleful tale, The rich and balmy eve; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, An undistinguishable throng, And gentle wishes long subdued, Subdued and cherished long. She wept with pity and delight, She blushed with love, and virgin shame; And like the murmur of a dream, I heard her breathe my name. Her bosom heaved, — • she stepped aside, As conscious of my look she stept, — Then suddenly, with timorous eye She fled to me and wept.