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Pagina 5
... imagination of Ireland has impressed upon those productions , which emanate peculiarly from itself . This , too , is what we long to see in America , and is to be effected , not by the absurd folly , as attempted by that unwise di- vine ...
... imagination of Ireland has impressed upon those productions , which emanate peculiarly from itself . This , too , is what we long to see in America , and is to be effected , not by the absurd folly , as attempted by that unwise di- vine ...
Pagina 17
... imaginations were easily excited to lively admiration by scenes so grand , so lovely , and so wild , as those presented in this boundless wilderness of woods and flowers . The great length of the magnificent rivers filled them with ...
... imaginations were easily excited to lively admiration by scenes so grand , so lovely , and so wild , as those presented in this boundless wilderness of woods and flowers . The great length of the magnificent rivers filled them with ...
Pagina 26
... imagination . He rose , and rushed wildly to the shore . The boats were just leaving the bank ; his companions had ... Imagining that he had discovered some treachery in their new allies , they obeyed ; the oars were plied with vigour ...
... imagination . He rose , and rushed wildly to the shore . The boats were just leaving the bank ; his companions had ... Imagining that he had discovered some treachery in their new allies , they obeyed ; the oars were plied with vigour ...
Pagina 30
... imagination have concentrated in the landscape ! And what diversity of human character would he have portrayed ! -The young , en- thusiastic Juliet - the gentle and confiding Desdemona - the stern , impe- rious lady of Macbeth - and all ...
... imagination have concentrated in the landscape ! And what diversity of human character would he have portrayed ! -The young , en- thusiastic Juliet - the gentle and confiding Desdemona - the stern , impe- rious lady of Macbeth - and all ...
Pagina 31
... imagination which exults in creation , which delights in creating - which disposes us to look through all the glories of the visible world , to their glorious fountain , in the invisible - which inspires with admiration of the manifold ...
... imagination which exults in creation , which delights in creating - which disposes us to look through all the glories of the visible world , to their glorious fountain , in the invisible - which inspires with admiration of the manifold ...
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Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
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Pagina 402 - Who toss the golden and the flame-like flowers, And pass the prairie-hawk that, poised on high, Flaps his broad wings, yet moves not - ye have played Among the palms of Mexico and vines Of Texas, and have crisped the limpid brooks That from the fountains of Sonora glide Into the calm Pacific - have ye fanned A nobler or a lovelier scene than this?
Pagina 116 - In thoughts from the visions of the night, when deep sleep falleth on men, fear came upon me, and trembling, which made all my bones to shake. Then a spirit passed before my face; the hair of my flesh stood up: it stood still, but I could not discern the form thereof: an image was before mine eyes, there was silence, and I heard a voice, saying, Shall mortal man be more just than God?
Pagina 320 - In the cold moist earth we laid her, when the forest cast the leaf, And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief: Yet not unmeet it was that one like that young friend of ours, So gentle and so beautiful, should perish with the flowers.
Pagina 266 - YE say, they all have passed away, That noble race and brave; That their light canoes have vanished From off the crested wave; That, 'mid the forests where they roamed, There rings no hunter's shout; But their name is on your waters, — Ye may not wash it out.
Pagina 212 - Or midst the chase, on every plain, The tender thought on thee shall dwell : Each lonely scene shall thee restore ; For thee the tear be duly shed ; Beloved, till life can charm no more ; And mourn'd, till Pity's self be dead.
Pagina 267 - Wachuset hides its lingering voice Within his rocky heart, And Alleghany graves its tone Throughout his lofty chart; Monadnock on his forehead hoar Doth seal the sacred trust, Your mountains build their monument, Though ye destroy their dust.
Pagina 404 - Thus change the forms of being. Thus arise Races of living things, glorious in strength, And perish, as the quickening breath of God Fills them, or is withdrawn.
Pagina 469 - But blacker fa' awaits the heart Where first fond luve grows cule. 0 dear, dear Jeanie Morrison, The thochts o' bygane years Still fling their shadows ower my path, And blind my een wi...
Pagina 405 - And pools whose issues swell the Oregon, He rears his little Venice. In these plains The bison feeds no more. Twice twenty leagues Beyond remotest smoke of hunter's camp Roams the majestic brute, in herds that shake The earth with thundering steps, — yet here I meet His ancient footprints stamped beside the pool.
Pagina 310 - The innocent prattle of his children takes out the sting of a man's poverty. But the children of the very poor do not prattle. It is none of the least frightful features in that condition, that there is no childishness in its dwellings. Poor people, said a sensible old nurse to us once, do not bring up their children ; they drag them up.