A Short History of American LiteratureHeath, 1919 - 490 páginas For other editions, see Author Catalog. |
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A Short History of American Literature: Designed Primarily for Use in ... Walter Cochrane Bronson Visualização integral - 1900 |
A Short History of American Literature: Designed Primarily for Use in ... Walter Cochrane Bronson Visualização integral - 1900 |
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American literature Anne Bradstreet Atlantic Monthly Ballads beauty Biography Boston Brown Bryant century character charm chiefly Civil College colony Concord Cotton Mather criticism death Drama early edited Emerson England English Essays F. B. Sanborn fancy fiction French Freneau friends grace Harvard Hawthorne heart Henry History human humor imagination Increase Mather Indian intellectual Irving Joel Barlow John John Trumbull Letters Series literary lived London Longfellow Lowell Macmillan Magazine Massachusetts mind modern moral narrative nature North American Review novels orator passion Philadelphia Philip Freneau plays poems poet poetic poetry political prose published Puritan Putnam R. H. Dana Reprinted Revolution romance satire says scenes Scribner sense sketches song soul South Southern spirit stories style things Thomas thou thought tion verse Virginia W. D. Howells whole wife William writings written wrote York
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Página 387 - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far through their rosy depths dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Página 385 - Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image.
Página 398 - Out from the heart of nature rolled The burdens of the Bible old ; The litanies of nations came, Like the volcano's tongue of flame, Up from the burning core below, — The canticles of love and woe...
Página 413 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main; The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming Lair.
Página 385 - Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world — with kings, The powerful of the earth — the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulchre.
Página 360 - 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.
Página 434 - Tis the six-and-twentieth edition, promulgated at Boston, Anno Domini, 1744; and is entitled, 'The Psalms, Hymns, and Spiritual Songs of the Old and New Testaments; faithfully translated into English Metre, for the Use, Edification, and Comfort of the Saints in Publick and Private especially in New-England.
Página 386 - 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.
Página 173 - Oh, the little more, and how much it is! And the little less, and what worlds away!
Página 414 - Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee, Child of the wandering sea, Cast from her lap forlorn! From thy dead lips a clearer note is born Than ever Triton blew from wreathed horn! While on mine ear it rings, Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings: 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...