A Short History of American LiteratureT. Fisher Unwin, 1906 - 291 стор. |
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... writings of our colonial era have a much greater importance as history than as literature . It would be un- fair to judge of the intellectual vigor of the English colo- nists in America by the books that they wrote ; those " stern men ...
... writings of our colonial era have a much greater importance as history than as literature . It would be un- fair to judge of the intellectual vigor of the English colo- nists in America by the books that they wrote ; those " stern men ...
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... writings were pro- duced under the garish noon of a modern and learned age . Decrepitude rather than youthfulness is the mark of a colonial literature . The poets , in particular , instead of finding a challenge to their imagination in ...
... writings were pro- duced under the garish noon of a modern and learned age . Decrepitude rather than youthfulness is the mark of a colonial literature . The poets , in particular , instead of finding a challenge to their imagination in ...
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... writings of that famous soldier of fortune , Captain John Smith . The first of these was his " True Relation , " namely , " of such occurrences and accidents of note as hath happened in Virginia since the first planting of that colony ...
... writings of that famous soldier of fortune , Captain John Smith . The first of these was his " True Relation , " namely , " of such occurrences and accidents of note as hath happened in Virginia since the first planting of that colony ...
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... writings have small literary value apart from the interest of the events which they describe and the diverting but forcible personality which they unconsciously display . They are the rough - hewn records of a busy man of action , whose ...
... writings have small literary value apart from the interest of the events which they describe and the diverting but forcible personality which they unconsciously display . They are the rough - hewn records of a busy man of action , whose ...
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... writing his history by the inaccuracies of this , and likewise because the province " has been so misrepresented to the common people of England as to make them believe that the servants in Virginia are made to draw in cart and plow ...
... writing his history by the inaccuracies of this , and likewise because the province " has been so misrepresented to the common people of England as to make them believe that the servants in Virginia are made to draw in cart and plow ...
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Сторінка 255 - TEAE her tattered ensign down! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky ; Beneath it rung the battle shout, And burst the cannon's roar ; The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more. Her deck, once red with heroes...
Сторінка 151 - I am in earnest. I will not equivocate — I will not excuse — I will not retreat a single inch. AND I WILL BE HEARD.
Сторінка 239 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Сторінка 256 - But now his nose is thin, And it rests upon his chin Like a staff, And a crook is in his back, And a melancholy crack In his laugh. I know it is a sin For me to sit and grin At him here ; But the old three-cornered hat, And the breeches, and all that, Are so queer...
Сторінка 102 - Standing on the bare ground - my head bathed by the blithe air and uplifted into infinite space - all mean egotism vanishes. I become a transparent eyeball; I am nothing; I see all; the currents of the Universal Being circulate through me; I am part or parcel of God.
Сторінка 226 - And it shall come to pass, that from one new moon to another, and from one sabbath to another, shall all flesh come to worship before me, saith the Lord.
Сторінка 111 - The hand that rounded Peter's dome, And groined the aisles of Christian Rome, Wrought in a sad sincerity: Himself from God he could not free; He builded better than he knew : The conscious stone to beauty grew.
Сторінка 242 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, which moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Сторінка 245 - IN May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes, I found the fresh Rhodora in the woods, Spreading its leafless blooms in a damp nook, To please the desert and the sluggish brook. The purple petals, fallen in the pool, Made the black water with their beauty gay; Here might the redbird come his plumes to cool, And court the flower that cheapens his array.