The Rhode-Island Book: Selections in Prose and Verse from the Writings of Rhode-Island CitizensH. Fuller, 1841 - 364 pàgines |
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Pàgina 3
... winds of March o'er Narraganset's bay Move in their strength - the waves with foam are white , O'er Seekonk's tide the waving branches play , The woods roar o'er resounding plain and height ; ' Twixt sailing clouds , the sun's ...
... winds of March o'er Narraganset's bay Move in their strength - the waves with foam are white , O'er Seekonk's tide the waving branches play , The woods roar o'er resounding plain and height ; ' Twixt sailing clouds , the sun's ...
Pàgina 4
... winds in this wild solitude Seems passing strange . Who , with the laboring axe , On Seekonk's eastern marge , invades the wood ; Stroke follows stroke - some sturdy hind åttacks Yon ancient groves which from their birth have stood ...
... winds in this wild solitude Seems passing strange . Who , with the laboring axe , On Seekonk's eastern marge , invades the wood ; Stroke follows stroke - some sturdy hind åttacks Yon ancient groves which from their birth have stood ...
Pàgina 16
... wind and bring the wheel over us and to clap on our necks those iron yokes which so many thousands and millions of ... winds or shakings under heaven , yet we must look higher , to the most High King and Judge of the whole world , in ...
... wind and bring the wheel over us and to clap on our necks those iron yokes which so many thousands and millions of ... winds or shakings under heaven , yet we must look higher , to the most High King and Judge of the whole world , in ...
Pàgina 25
... wind with sullen breath Seem to breathe a dirge of death : Thou may'st feel thy cheek turn pale ; But he that looks within the veil , The Bard , high priest at Nature's shrine , Trembles with a warmth divine . His heaving breast , his ...
... wind with sullen breath Seem to breathe a dirge of death : Thou may'st feel thy cheek turn pale ; But he that looks within the veil , The Bard , high priest at Nature's shrine , Trembles with a warmth divine . His heaving breast , his ...
Pàgina 47
... winds of Heaven sigh through it , and repeat the groans of our expiring countrymen ; and twice the ocean hides in her bosom those deadly and polluted ruins , which all her waters cannot purify . Every rain that descends washes from the ...
... winds of Heaven sigh through it , and repeat the groans of our expiring countrymen ; and twice the ocean hides in her bosom those deadly and polluted ruins , which all her waters cannot purify . Every rain that descends washes from the ...
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The Rhode-Island Book: Selections in Prose and Verse, from the Writings of ... Anne Charlotte Lynch Botta Visualització completa - 1846 |
The Rhode-Island Book: Selections in Prose and Verse Anne Charlotte Lynch Botta Visualització completa - 1841 |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 73 - The roar of waters ! — from the headlong height Velino cleaves the wave-worn precipice; The fall of waters ! rapid as the light The flashing mass foams shaking the abyss ; The hell of waters ! where they howl and hiss, And boil in endless torture ; while the sweat Of their great agony, wrung out from this Their Phlegethon, curls round the rocks of jet That gird the gulf around, in pitiless horror set, LXX.
Pàgina 32 - In happy climes, where from the genial sun • And virgin earth such scenes ensue, The force of Art by Nature seems outdone, And fancied beauties by the true...
Pàgina 6 - It pleased the Lord to call me for some time, and with some persons, to practise the Hebrew, the Greek, Latin, French and Dutch. The Secretary of the Council, (Mr. Milton) for my Dutch I read him, read me many more languages.
Pàgina 220 - Long labour, why, forgetful of his toils And due repose, he loiters to behold The sunshine gleaming as through amber clouds O'er all the western sky? Full soon, I ween, His rude expression and untutor'd airs Beyond the power of language will unfold The form of beauty smiling at his heart, How lovely!
Pàgina 117 - And never wore a pair of boots For thirty years or more. But good old Grimes is now at rest, Nor fears misfortunes frown : He wore a double-breasted vest ; The stripes ran up and down. He modest merit sought to find, And pay it its desert ; He had no malice in his mind, No ruffles on his shirt.
Pàgina 33 - There shall be sung another golden age, The rise of empire and of arts, The good and great inspiring epic rage, The wisest heads and noblest hearts. Not such as Europe breeds in her decay; Such as she bred when fresh and young, When heavenly flame did animate her clay, By future poets shall be sung. Westward the course of empire takes its way ; The four first acts already past, A fifth shall close the drama with the day ; Time's noblest offspring is the last.
Pàgina 130 - THE awful shadow of some unseen power Floats, though unseen, among us — visiting This various world with as inconstant wing As summer winds that creep from flower to flower ; Like moonbeams, that behind some piny mountain shower, It visits with inconstant glance Each human heart and countenance, Like hues and harmonies of evening, Like clouds in starlight widely spread...
Pàgina 18 - My flesh trembleth for fear of thee; and I am afraid of thy judgments.
Pàgina 262 - ... cannot wholly forget her true vocation. Strains of pure feeling, touches of tenderness, images of innocent happiness, sympathies with what is good in our nature, bursts of scorn or indignation at the hollowness of the world, passages true to our moral nature, often escape in an immoral work, and show us how hard it is for a gifted spirit to divorce itself wholly from what is good.
Pàgina 264 - It is not true that the poet paints a life which does not exist. He only extracts and concentrates, as it were, life's ethereal essence, arrests and condenses its volatile fragrance, brings together its scattered beauties, and prolongs its more refined but evanescent joys...
Referències a aquest llibre
In Their Own Terms: American Literary Historiography in the United States ... Francesco Pontuale Visualització de fragments - 2007 |