The Rhode-Island Book: Selections in Prose and Verse, from the Writings of Rhode-Island Citizens

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C. Burnett, Jr., 1846 - 352 стор.

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Сторінка 32 - In happy climes, where from the genial sun • And virgin earth such scenes ensue, The force of Art by Nature seems outdone, And fancied beauties by the true...
Сторінка 118 - And pay it its desert ; He had no malice in his mind, No ruffles on his shirt. His neighbors he did not abuse, Was sociable and gay; He wore large buckles on his shoes, And changed them every day. His knowledge, hid from public gaze, He did not bring to view — Nor make a noise town-meeting days, As many people do.
Сторінка 6 - It pleased the Lord to call me for some time, and with some persons, to practise the Hebrew, the Greek, Latin, French and Dutch. The Secretary of the Council, (Mr. Milton) for my Dutch I read him, read me many more languages.
Сторінка 220 - Long labour, why, forgetful of his toils And due repose, he loiters to behold The sunshine gleaming as through amber clouds O'er all the western sky? Full soon, I ween, His rude expression and untutor'd airs Beyond the power of language will unfold The form of beauty smiling at his heart, How lovely!
Сторінка 33 - There shall be sung another golden age, The rise of empire and of arts, The good and great inspiring epic rage, The wisest heads and noblest hearts. Not such as Europe breeds in her decay; Such as she bred when fresh and young, When heavenly flame did animate her clay, By future poets shall be sung. Westward the course of empire takes its way ; The four first acts already past, A fifth shall close the drama with the day ; Time's noblest offspring is the last.
Сторінка 18 - My flesh trembleth for fear of thee; and I am afraid of thy judgments.
Сторінка 117 - But good old Grimes is now at rest, Nor fears misfortune's frown : He wore a double-breasted vest — The stripes ran up and down. He modest merit sought to find, And pay it its desert ; He had no malice in his mind, No ruffles on his shirt.
Сторінка 262 - ... cannot wholly forget her true vocation. Strains of pure feeling, touches of tenderness, images of innocent happiness, sympathies with what is good in our nature, bursts of scorn or indignation at the hollowness of the world, passages true to our moral nature, often escape in an immoral work, and show us how hard it is for a gifted spirit to divorce itself wholly from what is good.
Сторінка 264 - It is not true that the poet paints a life which does not exist. He only extracts and concentrates, as it were, life's ethereal essence, arrests and condenses its volatile fragrance, brings together its scattered beauties, and prolongs its more refined but evanescent joys...
Сторінка 117 - Kind words he ever had for all, He knew no base design ; His eyes were dark and rather small, His nose was aquiline. He lived at peace with all mankind, In friendship he was true ; His coat had pocket-holes behind, His pantaloons were blue.

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