Sidelights on American LiteratureCentury Company, 1922 - 342 pagine |
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Pagina 22
... look like the cook on a Monongahela coal barge . He was the red - hottest Southerner that ever smelled mint . He made Stonewall Jackson and R. E. Lee look like abolitionists . Her eyes were as big and startling as bunions . He had a ...
... look like the cook on a Monongahela coal barge . He was the red - hottest Southerner that ever smelled mint . He made Stonewall Jackson and R. E. Lee look like abolitionists . Her eyes were as big and startling as bunions . He had a ...
Pagina 24
... looks like after a woman cuts his hair . And then when the Pharisees came round to guy him , he was so ashamed he went to work and kicked the whole house down on top of the whole outfit . But the most prominent humorous mannerism of O ...
... looks like after a woman cuts his hair . And then when the Pharisees came round to guy him , he was so ashamed he went to work and kicked the whole house down on top of the whole outfit . But the most prominent humorous mannerism of O ...
Pagina 30
... looks at the stocking ; " The d - d little cuss ! " says Kentuck , as he looks at the thumb the baby had grasped . Precisely the same attitude toward life and ma- terial we find in " An Afternoon Miracle , " " The Sphynx Apple ...
... looks at the stocking ; " The d - d little cuss ! " says Kentuck , as he looks at the thumb the baby had grasped . Precisely the same attitude toward life and ma- terial we find in " An Afternoon Miracle , " " The Sphynx Apple ...
Pagina 46
... look of silent but contemptuous revolt against cheated womanhood ; of sad prophecy of the vengeance to come . When she laughs her loudest the look is still there . The same look can be seen in the eyes of Russian peasants ; and those of ...
... look of silent but contemptuous revolt against cheated womanhood ; of sad prophecy of the vengeance to come . When she laughs her loudest the look is still there . The same look can be seen in the eyes of Russian peasants ; and those of ...
Pagina 174
... into the unknown West and wrung from it the marvelous golden fleece which we pigmies of the later years must look at forever in wonder . ON THE TERMINAL MORAINE OF NEW ENGLAND PURITANISM 1 I 174 Side - Lights on American Literature.
... into the unknown West and wrung from it the marvelous golden fleece which we pigmies of the later years must look at forever in wonder . ON THE TERMINAL MORAINE OF NEW ENGLAND PURITANISM 1 I 174 Side - Lights on American Literature.
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Pagina 305 - In body, and become a living soul: While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things. If this Be but a vain belief, yet, oh! how oft — In darkness and amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight; when the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart — How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee, O sylvan Wye!
Pagina 336 - The skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crisped and sere — The leaves they were withering and sere; It was night in the lonesome October Of my most immemorial year...
Pagina 25 - O, it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings, who, for the most part, are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb-shows and noise: I would have such a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Termagant; it out-herods Herod: pray you, avoid it.
Pagina 226 - WHEN the hours of Day are numbered, And the voices of the Night Wake the better soul, that slumbered, To a holy, calm delight; Ere the evening lamps are lighted, And, like phantoms grim and tall, Shadows from the fitful fire-light Dance upon the parlor wall; Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open door; The beloved, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more...
Pagina 123 - My task which I am trying to achieve is, by the power of the written word to make you hear, to make you feel — it is, before all, to make you see.
Pagina 234 - Rise the blue Franconian mountains, Nuremberg, the ancient, stands. Quaint old town of toil and traffic, quaint old town of art and song, Memories haunt thy pointed gables, like the rooks that round them throng: Memories of the Middle Ages, when the emperors, rough and bold, Had their dwelling in thy castle, time-defying, centuries old; And thy brave and thrifty burghers boasted, in their uncouth rhyme, That their great imperial city stretched its hand through every clime.
Pagina 136 - Truth is within ourselves ; it takes no rise From outward things, whate'er you may believe. There is an inmost centre in us all, Where truth abides in fulness ; and around, Wall upon wall, the gross flesh hems it in, This perfect, clear perception— which is truth.
Pagina 294 - Arrest us, and cut short our days. 2 Spare us, O Lord, aloud we pray, Nor let our sun go down at noon ; Thy years are one eternal day, And must thy children die so soon ! 3 Yet, in the midst of death and grief, This thought our sorrow shall assuage ; " Our Father and our Saviour live : Christ is the same through every age.
Pagina 305 - Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favorite phantom ; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.
Pagina 229 - O holy Night ! from thee I learn to bear What man has borne before ! Thou layest thy finger on the lips of Care, And they complain no more.