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... heathen " salvages , " who were of interest to them only as bloodthirsty enemies or as devil- worshipers to be converted out of hand . With a stub- born English resistance to foreign impressions , they fenced in vi INTRODUCTION .
... heathen " salvages , " who were of interest to them only as bloodthirsty enemies or as devil- worshipers to be converted out of hand . With a stub- born English resistance to foreign impressions , they fenced in vi INTRODUCTION .
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... hand No power except Divine can it withstand . Scarce hath her glass of fifty years run out , But her old prosperous steeds turn heads about , Tracking themselves back to their poor beginnings , To fear and fare upon their fruits of ...
... hand No power except Divine can it withstand . Scarce hath her glass of fifty years run out , But her old prosperous steeds turn heads about , Tracking themselves back to their poor beginnings , To fear and fare upon their fruits of ...
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... hand on't , And stuck a crooked stabbing iron Upon the little end on't . And there I see a pumpkin shell As big as mother's bason ; And every time they touched it off , They scampered like the nation . I see a little barrel too , The ...
... hand on't , And stuck a crooked stabbing iron Upon the little end on't . And there I see a pumpkin shell As big as mother's bason ; And every time they touched it off , They scampered like the nation . I see a little barrel too , The ...
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... health demand Not food alone , but labor from thy hand , First in the field , beneath the sun's strong rays , Ask of thy mother earth the needful maize ; She loves the race that courts her yielding soil , JOEL BARLOW . 13.
... health demand Not food alone , but labor from thy hand , First in the field , beneath the sun's strong rays , Ask of thy mother earth the needful maize ; She loves the race that courts her yielding soil , JOEL BARLOW . 13.
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... hand unloads the cumbrous hill , And the green spoils her ready basket fill ; Small compensation for the twofold bliss , The promised wedding , and the present kiss . Slight depredations these ; but now the moon Calls from his hollow ...
... hand unloads the cumbrous hill , And the green spoils her ready basket fill ; Small compensation for the twofold bliss , The promised wedding , and the present kiss . Slight depredations these ; but now the moon Calls from his hollow ...
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Page 117 - 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 154 - Flag of the free heart's hope and home, By angel hands to valor given ! Thy stars have lit the welkin dome, And all thy hues were born in heaven. Forever float that standard sheet ! Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom's soil beneath our feet, And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us ! JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE.
Page 256 - 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. "T is some visitor,' I muttered, 'tapping at my chamber door Only this and nothing more.
Page 76 - There was a silence for a little while, when an old man replied, in a thin, piping voice, "Nicholas Vedder! why, he is dead and gone these eighteen years! There was a wooden tombstone in the churchyard that used to tell all about him, but that's rotten and gone too.
Page 55 - O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Page 260 - ... expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now Burned into my bosom's core ; This and more I sat divining, With my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining That the lamplight gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining With the lamplight gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore I Then methought the air grew denser, Perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls Tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch...
Page 121 - Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form; yet, on my heart Deeply has sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart. He who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, In the long way that I must tread alone, Will lead my steps aright.
Page 116 - Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home...
Page 74 - He recognized on the sign, however, the ruby face of King George, under which he had smoked so many a peaceful pipe ; but even this was singularly metamorphosed. The red coat was changed for one of blue and buff, a sword was held in the hand instead of a sceptre, the head was decorated with a cocked hat, and underneath was painted in large characters, GENERAL WASHINGTON.
Page 59 - He was chubby and plump ; a right jolly old elf; And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself. A wink of his eye, and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread. He spoke not a word but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings ; then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose. He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle , But I heard him exclaim,...