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... England and the Civil War . What the The Later Period , which deals with writers who are for the most part still living , naturally does not possess the depth of feeling and the sustained imaginative power of poetry inspired by a great ...
... England and the Civil War . What the The Later Period , which deals with writers who are for the most part still living , naturally does not possess the depth of feeling and the sustained imaginative power of poetry inspired by a great ...
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... JOHN VANCE CHENEY The Man with the Hoe . A Reply EDITH MATILDA THOMAS Mother England . The Mother who died Too 277 278 279 280 283 285 286 287 289 290 292 294 • 295 JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY The Old Man and Jim Ike Walton's CONTENTS 13.
... JOHN VANCE CHENEY The Man with the Hoe . A Reply EDITH MATILDA THOMAS Mother England . The Mother who died Too 277 278 279 280 283 285 286 287 289 290 292 294 • 295 JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY The Old Man and Jim Ike Walton's CONTENTS 13.
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... England . He also wrote plays and operas . The song Home , Sweet Home , first appeared in his opera , Clari , the Maid of Milan , which was produced at Covent Garden Theater , London , in 1823. He died at Tunis , Africa , where he was ...
... England . He also wrote plays and operas . The song Home , Sweet Home , first appeared in his opera , Clari , the Maid of Milan , which was produced at Covent Garden Theater , London , in 1823. He died at Tunis , Africa , where he was ...
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... England hills among which he was born , a little stern and bleak and dry , although suf- fused with the tender and scentless splendor of the white laurel . " --- THANATOPSIS To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her ...
... England hills among which he was born , a little stern and bleak and dry , although suf- fused with the tender and scentless splendor of the white laurel . " --- THANATOPSIS To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her ...
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... England for five generations . He thus belonged to what Dr. Holmes called the “ Brahmin caste ” of New England , and inherited its tradi- tions of plain living and high thinking , as well as of resolute daring . His grandfather was ...
... England for five generations . He thus belonged to what Dr. Holmes called the “ Brahmin caste ” of New England , and inherited its tradi- tions of plain living and high thinking , as well as of resolute daring . His grandfather was ...
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Page 196 - Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword; His truth is marching on.
Page 59 - Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there; And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone.
Page 196 - As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal. Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel — Since God is marching on.
Page 58 - 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 30 - Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home; A charm from the sky seems to hallow us there, Which, seek through the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere. Home, home, sweet, sweet home! There's no place like home, oh, there's no place like home!
Page 187 - 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.
Page 58 - 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.
Page 58 - And, lost each human trace, surrendering up Thine individual being, shalt thou go To mix for ever with the elements, To be a brother to the insensible rock, And, to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain Turns with his share, and treads upon.
Page 158 - The angels, not half so happy in Heaven, Went envying her and me Yes! that was the reason (as all men know. In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night. Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
Page 100 - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain. Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe...