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... field , and those adopted are perhaps liable to fewer objections than any others . They have , however , been transgressed freely where it was necessary to do so in order to avoid splitting the discussion of an author's work . In the ...
... field , and those adopted are perhaps liable to fewer objections than any others . They have , however , been transgressed freely where it was necessary to do so in order to avoid splitting the discussion of an author's work . In the ...
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... field - sports and life in the open air , cared less for books than did the New Englander . The clergymen , sent over by the authorities of the Church of England as good enough for a colony , were often ignorant and immoral . The in ...
... field - sports and life in the open air , cared less for books than did the New Englander . The clergymen , sent over by the authorities of the Church of England as good enough for a colony , were often ignorant and immoral . The in ...
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... field ; Then rush'd to meet the insulting foe ; They took the spear — but left the shield . " The Wild Honeysuckle is the high - water mark of Ameri- can poetry of the eighteenth century , in delicacy of feel- ing and felicity of ...
... field ; Then rush'd to meet the insulting foe ; They took the spear — but left the shield . " The Wild Honeysuckle is the high - water mark of Ameri- can poetry of the eighteenth century , in delicacy of feel- ing and felicity of ...
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... harvests of American literature were to be reaped in other fields ; and after two centuries of preparation the reaping - time was now not far distant . THE PERIOD OF THE REPUBLIC FOREWORDS . THE great task 68 THE REVOLUTIONARY PERIOD .
... harvests of American literature were to be reaped in other fields ; and after two centuries of preparation the reaping - time was now not far distant . THE PERIOD OF THE REPUBLIC FOREWORDS . THE great task 68 THE REVOLUTIONARY PERIOD .
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... fields . The United States is even yet too young , too crass , too much absorbed in the struggle with physical nature , it has not even yet enough of the mellowing that comes with time , of the enriching and beautifying of the national ...
... fields . The United States is even yet too young , too crass , too much absorbed in the struggle with physical nature , it has not even yet enough of the mellowing that comes with time , of the enriching and beautifying of the national ...
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Page 387 - Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image.
Page 400 - Out from the heart of nature rolled The burdens of the Bible old ; The litanies of nations came, Like the volcano's tongue of flame, Up from the burning core below, — The canticles of love and woe...
Page 389 - Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise and sink On the chafed ocean side? There is a Power, whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, The desert and illimitable air, Lone wandering, but not lost.
Page 415 - 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 Lair.
Page 416 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.
Page 362 - God's excellency, his wisdom, his purity and love, seemed to appear in every thing; in the sun, moon and stars; in the clouds, and blue sky; in the grass, flowers, trees ; in the water, and all nature ; which used greatly to fix my mind.
Page 436 - Tis the six-and-twentieth edition, promulgated at Boston, Anno Domini, 1744; and is entitled, 'The Psalms, Hymns, and Spiritual Songs of the Old and New Testaments; faithfully translated into English Metre, for the Use, Edification, and Comfort of the Saints in Publick and Private especially in New-England.
Page 388 - 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.
Page 394 - Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters, Not from the bards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of Time. For, like strains of martial music, Their mighty thoughts suggest Life's endless toil and endeavor; And to-night I long for rest. Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the...
Page 175 - Oh, the little more, and how much it is! And the little less, and what worlds away!