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... present - day author and his reading is chiefly from contemporary pro- ductions . Hence he needs direction and guidance in this field as much as anywhere . Moreover , through the study of the good modern writer , he may be drawn to the ...
... present - day author and his reading is chiefly from contemporary pro- ductions . Hence he needs direction and guidance in this field as much as anywhere . Moreover , through the study of the good modern writer , he may be drawn to the ...
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... PRESENT - DAY WRITERS I. PROSE - FICTION I. S. WEIR MITCHELL ( 1830-1914 ) . • • 296 2 . WILLIAM DEAN HOWELLS ( 1837- 302 3. FRANCIS HOPKINSON SMITH ( 1838- > · 305 4. GEORGE WASHINGTON CABLE ( 1844- ) · · 308 5. JOEL CHANDLER HARRIS ...
... PRESENT - DAY WRITERS I. PROSE - FICTION I. S. WEIR MITCHELL ( 1830-1914 ) . • • 296 2 . WILLIAM DEAN HOWELLS ( 1837- 302 3. FRANCIS HOPKINSON SMITH ( 1838- > · 305 4. GEORGE WASHINGTON CABLE ( 1844- ) · · 308 5. JOEL CHANDLER HARRIS ...
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... present . . Opechankanough , sent also unto us , that for his sake , we would release two that were his friends , and for a token sent me his shooting Glove , and Bracer , which the day our men was taken upon , separating himselfe from ...
... present . . Opechankanough , sent also unto us , that for his sake , we would release two that were his friends , and for a token sent me his shooting Glove , and Bracer , which the day our men was taken upon , separating himselfe from ...
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... present my Service to Mrs. Winthrop , and tell her I had been to wait on her if she had been at home . Nov ! 4th Friday , Went again , about 7. a - clock ; found there Mr. John Walley and his wife : sat discoursing pleasantly ...
... present my Service to Mrs. Winthrop , and tell her I had been to wait on her if she had been at home . Nov ! 4th Friday , Went again , about 7. a - clock ; found there Mr. John Walley and his wife : sat discoursing pleasantly ...
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... - creatures , and their present con- dition amongst us requires our serious consideration . We know not the time when those scales in which mountains are weighed may turn . The Parent of mankind is 18 American Literature.
... - creatures , and their present con- dition amongst us requires our serious consideration . We know not the time when those scales in which mountains are weighed may turn . The Parent of mankind is 18 American Literature.
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Page 93 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way...
Page 32 - Sir, we are not weak, if we make a proper use of those means which the God of nature hath placed in our power. Three millions of people, armed in the holy cause of liberty, and in such a country as that which we possess, are invincible by any force which our enemy can send against us.
Page 178 - 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 hair.
Page 178 - Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll ! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!
Page 33 - But there is no peace! The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field ! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? ' Forbid it, Almighty God ! I know not what course others may take; but as for me — give me liberty, or give me death!
Page 241 - The progress of our arms, upon which all else chiefly depends, is as well known to the public as to myself; and it is, I trust, reasonably satisfactory and encouraging to all. With high hope for the future, no prediction in regard to it is ventured. On the occasion corresponding to this four years ago, all thoughts were anxiously directed to an impending civil war.
Page 29 - In offering to you, my countrymen, these counsels of an old and affectionate friend, I dare not hope they will make the strong and lasting impression I could wish ; that they will control the usual current of the passions, or prevent our nation from running the course which has hitherto marked the destiny of nations.
Page 291 - Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword. His truth is marching on.
Page 103 - Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home ! A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there, Which, seek through the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere. Home ! home ! sweet home ! There's no place like home.
Page 101 - Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave ; And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.