American LiteratureB. F. Johnson publishing Company, 1914 - 415 pages |
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... called order of the Knights of the Golden Horseshoe , is described in a particularly readable entry in the journal : Here I arriv'd about 3 o'clock , and found only Mrs. Spotswood at home , who receiv'd her old acquaintance with many a ...
... called order of the Knights of the Golden Horseshoe , is described in a particularly readable entry in the journal : Here I arriv'd about 3 o'clock , and found only Mrs. Spotswood at home , who receiv'd her old acquaintance with many a ...
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... Called her Mistress . I told her , being encouraged by David Jeffries ' loving eyes and sweet words , I was come to enquire whether she could find in her heart to leave that house and neighbourhood and dwell with me at the South - end ...
... Called her Mistress . I told her , being encouraged by David Jeffries ' loving eyes and sweet words , I was come to enquire whether she could find in her heart to leave that house and neighbourhood and dwell with me at the South - end ...
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... called her verses " a monument to her memory beyond the stateliest marbles " ; and by President Rogers , of Harvard , who declared himself " sunk in a sea of bliss " and " weltering in delight " while reading them . Posterity has failed ...
... called her verses " a monument to her memory beyond the stateliest marbles " ; and by President Rogers , of Harvard , who declared himself " sunk in a sea of bliss " and " weltering in delight " while reading them . Posterity has failed ...
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... called the " Mather Dynasty , " was notably influential in the religious , educational , and political affairs of seventeenth century New England . Richard Mather , the first of the tribe , came to Massachusetts in 1635 ; he was an ...
... called the " Mather Dynasty , " was notably influential in the religious , educational , and political affairs of seventeenth century New England . Richard Mather , the first of the tribe , came to Massachusetts in 1635 ; he was an ...
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... writer held the Puritan state to be , all matters were regarded as fundamentally religious , or at least ethical . The work has been called the " prose epic of New England Puritanism , " and so it is ; it is COLONIAL PERIOD 53 333.
... writer held the Puritan state to be , all matters were regarded as fundamentally religious , or at least ethical . The work has been called the " prose epic of New England Puritanism , " and so it is ; it is COLONIAL PERIOD 53 333.
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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...