Hand-book of American literature, historical, biographical, and critical [by J. Gostwick. The title-leaf is a cancel].Kennikat Press, 1856 - 319 pages |
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... turning to the name of another prominent character of the old times - Cotton Mather , whose voluminous writings reflect the characteristics of his period . COTTON MATHER AND HIS TIMES . 1663-1728 . COTTON MATHER FIRST PERIOD . - ROGER ...
... turning to the name of another prominent character of the old times - Cotton Mather , whose voluminous writings reflect the characteristics of his period . COTTON MATHER AND HIS TIMES . 1663-1728 . COTTON MATHER FIRST PERIOD . - ROGER ...
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... turn for libelling and satire ; ' and during his brother's imprisonment , he took charge of the paper , and , as he says , ' made bold to give our rulers some rubs in it . ' Benjamin Franklin , born at Boston , January 17 , 1706 ...
... turn for libelling and satire ; ' and during his brother's imprisonment , he took charge of the paper , and , as he says , ' made bold to give our rulers some rubs in it . ' Benjamin Franklin , born at Boston , January 17 , 1706 ...
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... turn all your lead into gold . ' And when you have got the philosopher's stone , sure you will no longer complain of bad times or the difficulty of paying taxes . " This doctrine , my friends , is reason and wisdom ; but , after all ...
... turn all your lead into gold . ' And when you have got the philosopher's stone , sure you will no longer complain of bad times or the difficulty of paying taxes . " This doctrine , my friends , is reason and wisdom ; but , after all ...
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... turn of old campaigners . One gentleman tells us , that he holds a brimming glass in his hand , intending to drink the health of his correspondent , unless a cannon - ball should dash the liquor from his lips . ' We read of ' bears ...
... turn of old campaigners . One gentleman tells us , that he holds a brimming glass in his hand , intending to drink the health of his correspondent , unless a cannon - ball should dash the liquor from his lips . ' We read of ' bears ...
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... And to the sluggish clod , which the rude swain Turns with his share , and treads upon . The oak Shall send his roots abroad , and pierce thy mould . Yet not to thine eternal resting - place Shalt thou SECOND PERIOD . - W . C. BRYANT . 55.
... And to the sluggish clod , which the rude swain Turns with his share , and treads upon . The oak Shall send his roots abroad , and pierce thy mould . Yet not to thine eternal resting - place Shalt thou SECOND PERIOD . - W . C. BRYANT . 55.
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Page 55 - 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.
Page 94 - thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.
Page 61 - She wore no funeral weeds for thee, Nor bade the dark hearse wave its plume, Like torn branch from death's leafless tree, In sorrow's pomp and pageantry. The heartless luxury of the tomb. But she remembers thee as one Long loved, and for a season gone. For thee her poet's lyre is wreathed, Her marble wrought, her music breathed; For thee she rings the birthday bells; Of thee her babes' first lisping tells; For thine her evening prayer is said At palace couch and cottage bed.
Page 88 - IT was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE ; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.
Page 56 - 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.
Page 92 - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and. curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " "Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.
Page 137 - To see him striding along the profile of a hill on a windy day, with his clothes bagging and fluttering about him, one might have mistaken him for the genius of famine descending upon the earth, or some scarecrow eloped from a cornfield.
Page 78 - We have not wings, we cannot soar ; But we have feet to scale and climb By slow degrees, by more and more, The cloudy summits of our time.
Page 139 - In the porkers he saw carved out the future sleek side of bacon and juicy relishing ham; not a turkey but he beheld daintily trussed up, with its gizzard under its wing, and...
Page 69 - As when the Northern skies Gleam in December; And, like the water's flow Under December's snow, Came a dull voice of woe From the heart's chamber.