A Library of American Literature from the Earliest Settlement to the Present Time: Literature of the republic, pt. 3, 1835-1860Edmund Clarence Stedman, Ellen Mackay Hutchinson, Mrs. Ellen Mackay Hutchinson Cortissoz W. E. Benjamin, 1894 |
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... things . — All right . There are two sides to everything . Audi alteram partem . The legal gentleman has no opinion , -- he only states the evidence . - A doubtful case . Let the young lady be under the protection of the Honorable ...
... things . — All right . There are two sides to everything . Audi alteram partem . The legal gentleman has no opinion , -- he only states the evidence . - A doubtful case . Let the young lady be under the protection of the Honorable ...
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... thing to do for those whom we have cherished ten- derly . on , - About the time that the lichens , falling on the ... Things could not go on so forever , of course . One morning his face was sunken and his hands were very , very cold ...
... thing to do for those whom we have cherished ten- derly . on , - About the time that the lichens , falling on the ... Things could not go on so forever , of course . One morning his face was sunken and his hands were very , very cold ...
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... things , not promising in people who lived in so large a house , with a mushroom roof and a triumphal arch for its entrance . This place was known as " Colonel Sprowle's villa " ( genteel friends ) , — as " the elegant residence of our ...
... things , not promising in people who lived in so large a house , with a mushroom roof and a triumphal arch for its entrance . This place was known as " Colonel Sprowle's villa " ( genteel friends ) , — as " the elegant residence of our ...
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... thing twice and even three times over , it had always been in very cold weather , and everybody knows that no one is safe to drink a couple of glasses of wine in a warm room and go suddenly out into the cold air . Miss Matilda Sprowle ...
... thing twice and even three times over , it had always been in very cold weather , and everybody knows that no one is safe to drink a couple of glasses of wine in a warm room and go suddenly out into the cold air . Miss Matilda Sprowle ...
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... things which one may see in rich city houses . Not a great deal could be done in the way of flowers , for there were no green - houses , and few plants were out as yet ; but there were paper ornaments for the candlesticks , and colored ...
... things which one may see in rich city houses . Not a great deal could be done in the way of flowers , for there were no green - houses , and few plants were out as yet ; but there were paper ornaments for the candlesticks , and colored ...
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Page 3 - AY, tear 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...
Page 29 - 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 510 - O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain! my Captain!
Page 490 - His truth is marching on. I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps; They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps; I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps His day is marching on. I have read a fiery gospel, writ in burnished rows of steel; "As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal; Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel, Since God is marching on.
Page 434 - THE snow had begun in the gloaming, And busily all the night Had been heaping field and highway With a silence deep and white. Every pine and fir and hemlock Wore ermine too dear for an earl, And the poorest twig on the elm-tree Was ridged inch deep with pearl.
Page 548 - The muffled drum's sad roll has beat The soldier's last tattoo; No more on life's parade shall meet That brave and fallen few. On Fame's eternal camping ground * Their silent tents are spread, And Glory guards, with solemn round, The bivouac of the dead.
Page 502 - A child said, What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he. I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven.
Page 503 - What do you think has become of the young and old men? And what do you think has become of the women and children? They are alive and well somewhere, The smallest sprout shows there is really no death...
Page 415 - The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives; His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings, And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings; He sings to the wide world, and she to her nest, — In the nice ear of Nature which song is the best...
Page 503 - I am the poet of the Body and I am the poet of the Soul, The pleasures of heaven are with me and the pains of hell are with me, The first I graft and increase upon myself, the latter I translate into a new tongue.