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action appear arms asked authority beauty believe better BORN Brown called cause character close comes Constitution dark dead death deep DIED door dream earth entered equal existence expression eyes face faith fall father fear feeling fire followed give gone hand head hear heard heart heaven hold hope hour human Italy labor lady land leaves less light living look means mind moral morning nature never night once passed person present principles round seemed seen sense side slave slavery smile soul sound speak spirit stand stood strong sweet tell thee things thou thought tion tree true truth turned Union voice whole wild young
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Página 465 - I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love, I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea...
Página 430 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, . And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore...
Página 368 - And for him who sat by the chimney lug, Dozing and grumbling o'er pipe and mug, A manly form at her side she saw, And joy was duty and love was law. Then she took up her burden of life again, Saying only, 'It might have been.' Alas for maiden, alas for Judge, For rich repiner and household drudge ! God pity them both ! and pity us all, Who vainly the dreams of youth recall. For of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these :
Página 476 - Physically speaking, we cannot separate. We cannot remove our respective sections from each other, nor build an impassable wall between them. A husband and wife may be divorced, and go out of the presence and beyond the reach of each other ; but the different parts of our country cannot do this.
Página 427 - Of all the dispositions and habits which lead to political prosperity, religion and morality are indispensable supports. In vain would that man claim the tribute of patriotism, who should labor to subvert these great pillars of human happiness, these firmest props of the duties of men and citizens.
Página 401 - MY faith looks up to thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary, Saviour Divine! Now hear me while I pray; Take all my guilt away ; Oh, let me, from this day, Be wholly thine!
Página 363 - BLESSINGS on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan ! With thy turned-up pantaloons, And thy merry whistled tunes ; With thy red lip, redder still Kissed by strawberries on the hill ; With the sunshine on thy face, Through thy torn brim's jaunty grace ; From my heart I give thee joy, — I was once a barefoot boy ! Prince thou art, — the grown-up man Only is republican.
Página 478 - That on the first day of January, in the year of "our Lord one thousand eight hundred and sixty"three, all persons held as slaves within any State or "designated part of a State, the people whereof shall "then be in rebellion against the United States, shall "be then, thenceforward, and forever free...
Página 139 - Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river and the heaven, And veils the farm-house at the garden's end. The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm.
Página 159 - TF the red slayer think he slays, -*- Or if the slain think he is slain, They know not well the subtle ways I keep, and pass, and turn again.
Información bibliográfica
| Título | A Library of American Literature... Volumen6 de A Library of American Literature, Stedman, Edmund C. and Hutchinson Ellen M. |
| Autor | Stedman, Edmund C. and Hutchinson Ellen M. |
| Publicado | 1888 |
| Procedencia del original | Universidad de California |
| Digitalizado | 12 Dic. 2006 |
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