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... Demagogues LAVINIA STODDARD . The Soul's Defiance . ELIZA LESLIE . 113 116 119 121 The Set of China 122 EMMA HART WILLARD . Rocked in the Cradle of the Deep 128 RICHARD HENRY DANA . The Chanting Cherubs - A Group vi CONTENTS OF VOLUME V.
... Demagogues LAVINIA STODDARD . The Soul's Defiance . ELIZA LESLIE . 113 116 119 121 The Set of China 122 EMMA HART WILLARD . Rocked in the Cradle of the Deep 128 RICHARD HENRY DANA . The Chanting Cherubs - A Group vi CONTENTS OF VOLUME V.
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... soul , smitten with the love of virtue , binds itself indissolubly , for life and for death , to truth and duty ; espouses as its own the interests of human nature ; scorns all meanness and defies all peril ; hears in its own con ...
... soul , smitten with the love of virtue , binds itself indissolubly , for life and for death , to truth and duty ; espouses as its own the interests of human nature ; scorns all meanness and defies all peril ; hears in its own con ...
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... soul of another people , which , however like , is still not our own soul . Every people has much . in its own character and feelings , which can only be embodied by its own writers , and which , when transfused through literature ...
... soul of another people , which , however like , is still not our own soul . Every people has much . in its own character and feelings , which can only be embodied by its own writers , and which , when transfused through literature ...
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... soul . But neither nature nor the soul bears one trace of Three Divine Persons . Nature is no Trinitarian . It gives not a hint , not a glimpse of a tripersonal author . Trinitarian- ism is a confined system , shut up in a few texts , a ...
... soul . But neither nature nor the soul bears one trace of Three Divine Persons . Nature is no Trinitarian . It gives not a hint , not a glimpse of a tripersonal author . Trinitarian- ism is a confined system , shut up in a few texts , a ...
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... soul's freedom , and be- comes the heaviest and most galling yoke which is laid on the intellect and conscience . Religion must be viewed , not as a monopoly of priests , ministers , or sects , not as conferring on any man a right to ...
... soul's freedom , and be- comes the heaviest and most galling yoke which is laid on the intellect and conscience . Religion must be viewed , not as a monopoly of priests , ministers , or sects , not as conferring on any man a right to ...
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Page 300 - 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. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again...
Page 215 - They fought— like brave men, long and well; They piled that ground with Moslem slain: They conquered— but Bozzaris fell, Bleeding at every vein. His few surviving comrades saw His smile when rang their proud hurrah, And the red field was won; Then saw in death his eyelids close Calmly, as to a night's repose. Like flowers at set of sun.
Page 60 - Hudson and his crew are at their game of ninepins ; and it is a common wish of all henpecked husbands in the neighborhood, when life hangs heavy on their hands, that they might have a quieting draught out of Rip Van Winkle's flagon.
Page 100 - The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket which hung in the well.
Page 299 - To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Page 300 - The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come 22 And make their bed with thee.
Page 57 - A Tory, a Tory! A spy! A refugee! Hustle him! Away with him!" It was with great difficulty that the self-important man in the cocked hat restored order, and having assumed a tenfold austerity of brow, demanded again of the unknown culprit what he came there for, and whom he was seeking. The poor man humbly assured him that he meant no harm, but merely came there in search of some of his neighbors, who used to keep about the tavern. "Well, who are they? Name them.
Page 306 - And now, when comes the calm, mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home! When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still: And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore. And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more.
Page 306 - Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light, and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood? Alas ! they all are in their graves, the gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds, with the fair and good of ours. The rain is falling where they lie, but the cold November rain Calls not from out the gloomy earth the lovely ones again.
Page 300 - Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings, — yet the dead are there: And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep, — the dead reign there alone.