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... HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW 159 XIII . JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER 175 XIV . EDGAR ALLAN POE 187 XV . OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES . 200 XVI . JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL XVII . HENRY DAVID THOREAU 216 231 XVIII . WALT WHITMAN 239 . 246 . 253 XIX . BAYARD ...
... HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW 159 XIII . JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER 175 XIV . EDGAR ALLAN POE 187 XV . OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES . 200 XVI . JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL XVII . HENRY DAVID THOREAU 216 231 XVIII . WALT WHITMAN 239 . 246 . 253 XIX . BAYARD ...
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... Public Official . In 1769 Jefferson was elected a representative to the House of Burgesses , where he had as fellow - members Washington , SM . AM . LIT. — 4 Patrick Henry , and Richard Henry Lee . In 1775 THOMAS JEFFERSON 49.
... Public Official . In 1769 Jefferson was elected a representative to the House of Burgesses , where he had as fellow - members Washington , SM . AM . LIT. — 4 Patrick Henry , and Richard Henry Lee . In 1775 THOMAS JEFFERSON 49.
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James Brady Smiley. Patrick Henry , and Richard Henry Lee . In 1775 he was delegated a member of the Second Conti- nental Congress , which was in session at Philadel- phia . Here he at once became a prominent leader because of his skill ...
James Brady Smiley. Patrick Henry , and Richard Henry Lee . In 1775 he was delegated a member of the Second Conti- nental Congress , which was in session at Philadel- phia . Here he at once became a prominent leader because of his skill ...
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... Henry . With these consummate powers was united a pure and spotless virtue , which no calumny has ever attempted to sully . Of the powers and polish of his pen , and of the wisdom of his administration in the highest office of the ...
... Henry . With these consummate powers was united a pure and spotless virtue , which no calumny has ever attempted to sully . Of the powers and polish of his pen , and of the wisdom of his administration in the highest office of the ...
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... three years before while defending his father's name . Hamilton died amid the universal grief of the nation whose interests he had done so much to foster and promote . Lodge's Estimate . - Henry Cabot Lodge , in his 58 AMERICAN LITERATURE.
... three years before while defending his father's name . Hamilton died amid the universal grief of the nation whose interests he had done so much to foster and promote . Lodge's Estimate . - Henry Cabot Lodge , in his 58 AMERICAN LITERATURE.
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Page 239 - My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still; My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will; The ship is...
Page 265 - Peace — but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish ? What would they have ? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery ? Forbid it, Almighty God ! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!
Page 193 - During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country ; and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher.
Page 191 - A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsmen came And bore her away from me.
Page 246 - From the Desert I come to thee On a stallion shod with fire; And the winds are left behind In the speed of my desire. Under thy window I stand, And the midnight hears my cry: I love thee, I love but thee, With a love that shall not die Till the sun grows cold, And the stars are old, And the leaves of the Judgment Book unfold!
Page 136 - Spreading its leafless blooms in a damp nook, To please the desert and the sluggish brook. The purple petals, fallen in the pool, Made the black...
Page 221 - My childhood's earliest thoughts are linked with thee ; The sight of thee calls back the robin's song, Who, from the dark old tree Beside the door, sang clearly all day long, And I, secure in childish piety, Listened as if I heard an angel sing With news from heaven, which he could bring Fresh every day to my untainted ears When birds and flowers and I were happy peers.
Page 34 - I have been the more particular in this description of my journey, and shall be so of my first entry into that city, that you may in your mind compare such unlikely beginnings with the figure I have since made there. I was in my working dress, my best clothes being to come round by sea. I was dirty from my journey; my pockets were stuffed out with shirts and stockings, and I knew no soul, nor where to look for lodging.
Page 166 - So through the night rode Paul Revere ; And so through the night went his cry of alarm To every Middlesex village and farm, — A cry of defiance and not of fear, A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door, And a word that shall echo...
Page 133 - A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines. With consistency a great soul has simply nothing to do.