American LiteratureB. F. Johnson publishing Company, 1914 - 415 pages |
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... Poets ... 354 Walt Whitman .. 357 The Novelists .. 369 William Dean Howells .. 369 The Western Writers ... 379 The Story Writers .. 381 Bret Harte ... 381 Samuel Langhorne Clemens .. 389 The Poets ... 399 Index .. 409 AMERICAN ...
... Poets ... 354 Walt Whitman .. 357 The Novelists .. 369 William Dean Howells .. 369 The Western Writers ... 379 The Story Writers .. 381 Bret Harte ... 381 Samuel Langhorne Clemens .. 389 The Poets ... 399 Index .. 409 AMERICAN ...
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... Poets " were turning out their tuneful trifles , graceful little lyrics of love . The Restoration brought with it the ... poet , essayist , and critic , was the great literary figure of the day . After Dryden came the perfecter of the ...
... Poets " were turning out their tuneful trifles , graceful little lyrics of love . The Restoration brought with it the ... poet , essayist , and critic , was the great literary figure of the day . After Dryden came the perfecter of the ...
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... poet of the day , addressed some inspiriting stanzas entitled " To the Virginian Voyage , " several of which will serve to show with what roseate hopes the colonists set out on their perilous voyage : You brave heroic minds , Worthy ...
... poet of the day , addressed some inspiriting stanzas entitled " To the Virginian Voyage , " several of which will serve to show with what roseate hopes the colonists set out on their perilous voyage : You brave heroic minds , Worthy ...
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... poet into English verse . Before leaving England he had translated five books of Ovid , and at Jamestown he completed the work , as his friend Michael Drayton , the poet , had exhorted him to do : Let see what lines Virginia will ...
... poet into English verse . Before leaving England he had translated five books of Ovid , and at Jamestown he completed the work , as his friend Michael Drayton , the poet , had exhorted him to do : Let see what lines Virginia will ...
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... Wigglesworth . Anne Bradstreet ( 1612-1672 ) . The first writer in American literature to deserve in any true sense the name of poet was 1Secret treasures . Anne Bradstreet , daughter of one governor of Massachusetts and COLONIAL PERIOD 41.
... Wigglesworth . Anne Bradstreet ( 1612-1672 ) . The first writer in American literature to deserve in any true sense the name of poet was 1Secret treasures . Anne Bradstreet , daughter of one governor of Massachusetts and COLONIAL PERIOD 41.
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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...