American LiteratureB. F. Johnson publishing Company, 1914 - 415 pages |
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... color to an otherwise somber background . Morton and his men have been preserved for us in literature through Hawthorne's attractive little story , " The May - Pole of Merry Mount , " which should be read by all who would under- stand ...
... color to an otherwise somber background . Morton and his men have been preserved for us in literature through Hawthorne's attractive little story , " The May - Pole of Merry Mount , " which should be read by all who would under- stand ...
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... color- reflections of the life and landscape of a Connecticut village— reminding one of passages from Goldsmith and Thomson and other pioneer Romanticists . Two lyric poems keep Dwight's memory alive to - day - one the patriotic song ...
... color- reflections of the life and landscape of a Connecticut village— reminding one of passages from Goldsmith and Thomson and other pioneer Romanticists . Two lyric poems keep Dwight's memory alive to - day - one the patriotic song ...
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... color . The late beginning of prose fiction in this country is of course due in the main to the hostile attitude of the Puritans , and indeed of many others besides , to novels of all kinds as demoralizing . By the first years of the ...
... color . The late beginning of prose fiction in this country is of course due in the main to the hostile attitude of the Puritans , and indeed of many others besides , to novels of all kinds as demoralizing . By the first years of the ...
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... color . Charles Brockden Brown was our first professional man of letters ; his time and energy he gave entirely to literary effort ; this , apart from the considerable merits of his works , entitles him to remembrance . His novels ...
... color . Charles Brockden Brown was our first professional man of letters ; his time and energy he gave entirely to literary effort ; this , apart from the considerable merits of his works , entitles him to remembrance . His novels ...
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... color , was in truth no inconsiderable achieve- ment . This the Old World promptly recognized . Finally , it should not be forgotten that Irving was the first American to import into our literature the romantic legends and history of ...
... color , was in truth no inconsiderable achieve- ment . This the Old World promptly recognized . Finally , it should not be forgotten that Irving was the first American to import into our literature the romantic legends and history of ...
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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...