American LiteratureB. F. Johnson publishing Company, 1914 - 415 pages |
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... England , with its strong moral and didactic flavor ; of the Middle States , with their more metropolitan tendencies ; of the South , with its romantic sentiment ; of the West , with its fresh and vigorous realism ; each of these ...
... England , with its strong moral and didactic flavor ; of the Middle States , with their more metropolitan tendencies ; of the South , with its romantic sentiment ; of the West , with its fresh and vigorous realism ; each of these ...
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... England gave herself freely to the joy of living . Meanwhile the colonies in the New World were growing apace . Throughout the next century the great social and political movements in England were reflected in our colonial literature ...
... England gave herself freely to the joy of living . Meanwhile the colonies in the New World were growing apace . Throughout the next century the great social and political movements in England were reflected in our colonial literature ...
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... England was indeed " a nest of singing birds . " The prose of the day was touched with this imaginative quality ; the long , swinging , sonorous periods , not without a faint undertone of melancholy , are also pleasant to the sensitive ...
... England was indeed " a nest of singing birds . " The prose of the day was touched with this imaginative quality ; the long , swinging , sonorous periods , not without a faint undertone of melancholy , are also pleasant to the sensitive ...
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... England ; we shall see , too , how difference of subject matter and of environment in the New World gradually brought about a difference of tone and treat- ment in American writing ; and finally , how American literature comes slowly to ...
... England ; we shall see , too , how difference of subject matter and of environment in the New World gradually brought about a difference of tone and treat- ment in American writing ; and finally , how American literature comes slowly to ...
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... England and adapted them to their new surroundings ; out of these grew the plantation life of the older South , where agriculture was the prevailing form of livelihood . The farms were large , the roads were bad , the towns were few ...
... England and adapted them to their new surroundings ; out of these grew the plantation life of the older South , where agriculture was the prevailing form of livelihood . The farms were large , the roads were bad , the towns were few ...
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Page 269 - A skilful literary artist has constructed a tale. If wise, he has not fashioned his thoughts to accommodate his incidents ; but having conceived, with deliberate care, a certain unique or single effect to be wrought out, he then invents such incidents — he then combines such events as may best aid him in establishing this preconceived effect.
Page 135 - White are his shoulders and white his crest. Hear him call in his merry note: Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink ; Look, what a nice new coat is mine, Sure there was never a bird so fine. Chee, chee, chee. Robert of Lincoln's Quaker wife, Pretty and quiet, with plain brown wings, Passing at home a patient life, Broods in the grass while her husband sings : Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink ; Brood, kind creature; you need not fear Thieves and robbers while I am here. Chee,...
Page 134 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, The desert and illimitable air, Lone wandering, but not lost.
Page 85 - I had never before seen any of them. I bought it, read it over and over, and was much delighted with it. I thought the writing excellent and wished if possible to imitate it.
Page 163 - We will walk on our own feet ; we will work with our own hands ; we will speak our own minds.
Page 86 - I took some of the tales and turned them into verse; and, after a time, when I had pretty well forgotten the prose, turned them back again. I also sometimes jumbled my collections of hints into confusion, and after some weeks endeavored to reduce them into the best order, before I began to form the full sentences and complete the paper.
Page 167 - DAUGHTERS of Time, the hypocritic Days, Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes, And marching single in an endless file, Bring diadems and fagots in their hands. To each they offer gifts after his will, Bread, kingdoms, stars, and sky that holds them all. I, in my pleached garden, watched the pomp, Forgot my morning wishes, hastily Took a few herbs and apples, and the Day Turned and departed silent. I, too late, Under her solemn fillet saw the scorn.
Page 57 - 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 221 - 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 300 - ... autumn leaf That trembles in the moon's pale ray. Its hold is frail — its date is brief, Restless — and soon to pass away! Yet, ere that leaf shall fall and fade, The parent tree will mourn its shade, The winds bewail the leafless tree — But none shall breathe a sigh for me! My life is like the prints which feet Have left on Tampa's desert strand; Soon as the rising tide shall beat, All trace will vanish from the sand...