A Hand-book of English Literature: Intended for the Use of High Schools, as Well as a Companion and Guide for Private Students, and for General Readers. American AuthorsLee and Shepard, 1889 - 608 Seiten |
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... once a history of the church , town , and colony . We give a short specimen from his defence , made after the election of Governor Thomas Dudley . " The great questions that have troubled the country , are about the authority of the ...
... once a history of the church , town , and colony . We give a short specimen from his defence , made after the election of Governor Thomas Dudley . " The great questions that have troubled the country , are about the authority of the ...
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... ( once suited to the world's childhood ) and raising our conceptions of the grandeur of the universe . The mind deals with vaster measures of space and time , and man has thereby grown in intellectual and moral stature . And as thought ...
... ( once suited to the world's childhood ) and raising our conceptions of the grandeur of the universe . The mind deals with vaster measures of space and time , and man has thereby grown in intellectual and moral stature . And as thought ...
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... Once , for the pensive Milton , - 66 gorgeous Tragedy In sceptred pall came sweeping by ; " now , it is an infuriated being with skirts and sleeves tucked ing across the stage and brandishing a butcher's knife . up , rush- The novel has ...
... Once , for the pensive Milton , - 66 gorgeous Tragedy In sceptred pall came sweeping by ; " now , it is an infuriated being with skirts and sleeves tucked ing across the stage and brandishing a butcher's knife . up , rush- The novel has ...
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... once decided , going through with his purpose , whatever obstacles opposed . His integrity was most pure , his justice the most inflexible , I have ever known , no motives of interest or consanguinity , of friendship or hatred , being ...
... once decided , going through with his purpose , whatever obstacles opposed . His integrity was most pure , his justice the most inflexible , I have ever known , no motives of interest or consanguinity , of friendship or hatred , being ...
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... once a very old friend , who had troubled himself with neither poets nor philosophers , say the thing in plain prose , that he was tired of pulling off his shoes and stockings at night , and putting them on again in the morning . The ...
... once a very old friend , who had troubled himself with neither poets nor philosophers , say the thing in plain prose , that he was tired of pulling off his shoes and stockings at night , and putting them on again in the morning . The ...
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Seite 134 - To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness ere he is aware.
Seite 357 - The hills Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun; the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between; The venerable woods, rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green; and, poured round all, Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man.
Seite 264 - TELL me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream ! For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real ! Life is earnest ! And the grave is not its goal : Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Seite 136 - The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one, as before, will chase His favorite phantom ; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.
Seite 345 - Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee— by these angels he hath sent thee Respite— respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!
Seite 590 - On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, now conceals, now discloses?
Seite 263 - Were half the power, that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth, bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals nor forts: The warrior's name would be a name abhorred!
Seite 448 - MINE eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord : He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored ; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword ; His truth is marching on.
Seite 135 - Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there ! And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone.
Seite 136 - Shall one by one be gathered to thy side, By those, who in their turn shall follow them. So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.