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... field has been divided into three periods . The Early Period begins with Freneau , and includes the writers who pre- ceded Bryant . These writers had many traits in common . They 258465 were imitators , for the most part , of English.
... field has been divided into three periods . The Early Period begins with Freneau , and includes the writers who pre- ceded Bryant . These writers had many traits in common . They 258465 were imitators , for the most part , of English.
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... FIELD Wynken , Blynken , and Nod Little Boy Blue EDWIN MARKHAM The Man with the Hoe 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 ...
... FIELD Wynken , Blynken , and Nod Little Boy Blue EDWIN MARKHAM The Man with the Hoe 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 ...
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... flaming town , the wasted field ; Then rushed to meet the insulting foe ; They took the spear- but left the shield .. 10 15 20 25 5 Led by thy conquering standards , Greene , The Britons 18 EARLY PERIOD Eutaw Springs.
... flaming town , the wasted field ; Then rushed to meet the insulting foe ; They took the spear- but left the shield .. 10 15 20 25 5 Led by thy conquering standards , Greene , The Britons 18 EARLY PERIOD Eutaw Springs.
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... fields , a voice that bids The world be awed to mourn him ? - No ; — The only , the perpetual dirge , That's heard here , is the sea bird's cry , The mournful murmur of the surge , -- The cloud's deep voice , the wind's low sigh . 5 ΙΟ ...
... fields , a voice that bids The world be awed to mourn him ? - No ; — The only , the perpetual dirge , That's heard here , is the sea bird's cry , The mournful murmur of the surge , -- The cloud's deep voice , the wind's low sigh . 5 ΙΟ ...
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... field , I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure , The purest and sweetest that nature can yield . How ardent I seized it , with hands that were glowing , And quick to the white - pebbled bottom it fell ; Then soon , with the ...
... field , I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure , The purest and sweetest that nature can yield . How ardent I seized it , with hands that were glowing , And quick to the white - pebbled bottom it fell ; Then soon , with the ...
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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.
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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...