A History of American Literature: With a View to the Fundamental Principles Underlying Its Development: a Text Book for Schools and CollegesSilver, Burdett, 1896 - 475 páginas |
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A History of American Literature: With a View to the Fundamental Principles ... Fred Lewis Pattee Visualização integral - 1897 |
A History of American Literature: With a View to the Fundamental Principles ... Fred Lewis Pattee Visualização integral - 1897 |
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American literature appeared ballads beauty became biography Blithedale Romance Boston Brook Farm Bryant career century Channing character charming College Colonies Concord Cooper Curtis death declared early edition Emerson England English Essays Europe Fable for Critics fame father Franklin genius George William Curtis Halleck Harvard Hawthorne Hawthorne's historian Holmes humor Indian influence intellectual Irving Irving's James Jared Sparks John land later letters Longfellow Lowell Lowell's Marble Faun Margaret Fuller Massachusetts Motley native nature never novel novelist orator Papers period Poe's poems poet poet's poetic poetry popular Prescott produced prose published Puritan R. H. Dana rank reader REQUIRED READING Revolution Richardson romance Scarlet Letter Sketch Book song soon spirit Stedman story style SUGGESTED READING Thoreau thought tion TRANSCENDENTALISTS Twice-Told Tales verse Virginia volumes Webster Whittier wild William words writer written wrote Yale College York
Passagens conhecidas
Página 297 - Great captains, with their guns and drums, Disturb our judgment for the hour, But at last silence comes; These all are gone, and, standing like a tower, Our children shall behold his fame, The kindly-earnest, brave, foreseeing man, Sagacious, patient, dreading praise, not blame, New birth of our new soil, the first American.
Página 384 - 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. 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...
Página 383 - 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.
Página 102 - No author, without a trial, can conceive of the difficulty of writing a romance about a country where there is no shadow, no antiquity, no mystery, no picturesque and gloomy wrong, nor anything but a commonplace prosperity, in broad and simple daylight, as is happily the case with my dear native land.
Página 265 - As with his wings aslant, Sails the fierce cormorant, Seeking some rocky haunt With his prey laden, So toward the open main, Beating to sea again, Through the wild hurricane, Bore I the maiden.
Página 383 - 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.
Página 380 - A child said What is the grass ? fetching it to me with full hands ; How could I answer the child ? I do not know what it is any more than he. I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven. Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord...
Página 72 - The battle, sir, is not to the strong alone; it is to the vigilant, the active, the brave. Besides, sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat but in submission and slavery! Our chains are forged. Their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston! The war is inevitable, and let it come! I repeat it, sir, let it come! " It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry peace, peace; but there is no...
Página 72 - Treason, treason!" echoed from every part of the house. Henry faltered not for an instant, but, taking a loftier attitude, and fixing on the speaker an eye of fire, he added " may profit by their example. If this be treason, make the most of it...
Página 73 - Gentlemen may cry, peace, peace, but there is no peace. The war is actually begun. The next gale that sweeps from the North will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms. Our brethren are already in the field. Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery?