Poets' Homes: Pen and Pencil Sketches of American Poets and Their HomesD. Lothrop, 1879 - 232 pages |
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... south windows of the house , which now became the parsonage , opened upon the red buildings of Harvard College , then few in number , and commanded the view over the Common to which Dr. Holmes refers in his " Metrical Essay , " though ...
... south windows of the house , which now became the parsonage , opened upon the red buildings of Harvard College , then few in number , and commanded the view over the Common to which Dr. Holmes refers in his " Metrical Essay , " though ...
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... south ends of the house were two wings one was the study , the other the kitchen . The study was on the southern side , a large , high room with six windows , opening to the east , west and south , and an ample fireplace . Transplant ...
... south ends of the house were two wings one was the study , the other the kitchen . The study was on the southern side , a large , high room with six windows , opening to the east , west and south , and an ample fireplace . Transplant ...
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... Atlantic in search of knightly or courtly chronicles , so long as we can look at the reputation won by those members of any family whose names have become a part of our own history . The Haynes of South Carolina , like the Adamses and 172.
... Atlantic in search of knightly or courtly chronicles , so long as we can look at the reputation won by those members of any family whose names have become a part of our own history . The Haynes of South Carolina , like the Adamses and 172.
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... South Carolina , like the Adamses and Quincys of Massachusetts , have seemed to rely for fame rather upon the putting forth of some new achievement in each generation , than upon any proud contemplation of past celebrity or renown . For ...
... South Carolina , like the Adamses and Quincys of Massachusetts , have seemed to rely for fame rather upon the putting forth of some new achievement in each generation , than upon any proud contemplation of past celebrity or renown . For ...
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... South- erner in Congressional debates , with the single ex- ception of John C. Calhoun . Born in Colleton Dis- trict , South Carolina , in 1791 , he served for a time in the war of 1812 while still a mere youth , and be- came Speaker of ...
... South- erner in Congressional debates , with the single ex- ception of John C. Calhoun . Born in Colleton Dis- trict , South Carolina , in 1791 , he served for a time in the war of 1812 while still a mere youth , and be- came Speaker of ...
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Page 22 - Biron they call him; but a merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal : His eye begets occasion for his wit; For every object that the one doth catch, The other turns to a mirth-moving jest...
Page 91 - By the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their flag to April's breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood, And fired the shot heard round the world. The foe long since in silence slept; Alike the conqueror silent sleeps; And Time the ruined bridge has swept Down the dark stream which seaward creeps. On this green bank, by this soft stream, We set today a votive stone; That memory may their deed redeem, When, like our sires, our sons are gone. Spirit...
Page 91 - Rhodora! if the sages ask thee why This charm is wasted on the earth and sky, Tell them, dear, that if eyes were made for seeing, Then Beauty is its own excuse for being: Why thou wert there, O rival of the rose! I never thought to ask, I never knew: But, in my simple ignorance, suppose The self-same power that brought me there brought you.
Page 37 - O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up — for you the flag is flung — for you the bugle trills, For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths— for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead.
Page 91 - Spirit, that made those heroes dare To die, and leave their children free, Bid Time and Nature gently spare The shaft we raise to them and thee.
Page 37 - O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN! 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.
Page 37 - 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 17 - I WROTE some lines once on a time In wondrous merry mood, And thought, as usual, men would say They were exceeding good. They were so queer, so very queer, I laughed as I would die; Albeit, in the general way, A sober man am I. I called my servant, and he came; How kind it was of him, To mind a slender man like me, He of the mighty limb ! "These to the printer," I exclaimed, And, in my humorous way, I added (as a trifling jest), "There'll be the devil to pay.
Page 37 - My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done, From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won; Exult O shores, and ring O bells! But I with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
Page 91 - My angel — his name is Freedom — Choose him to be your king; He shall cut pathways east and west And fend you with his wing.