The Legendary, Consisting of Original Pieces, Principally Illustrative of American History, Scenery, and Manners, Том 2Nathaniel Parker Willis S. G. Goodrich, 1828 |
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... that no production shall appear , which , as far as the Editor's judgment may be trusted , does not honor to the writer . EDITOR . Boston , December 1 , 1828 . THE LEGENDARY . THE FIELD OF THE GROUNDED ARMS , vi PREFACE .
... that no production shall appear , which , as far as the Editor's judgment may be trusted , does not honor to the writer . EDITOR . Boston , December 1 , 1828 . THE LEGENDARY . THE FIELD OF THE GROUNDED ARMS , vi PREFACE .
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... Honor to chivalry ! the conqueror's breath Stains not the ermine of his foeman's fame , Nor mocks his captive's doom— The bitterest cup of war . But be that bitterest cup the doom of all Whose swords are lightning - flashes in the cloud ...
... Honor to chivalry ! the conqueror's breath Stains not the ermine of his foeman's fame , Nor mocks his captive's doom— The bitterest cup of war . But be that bitterest cup the doom of all Whose swords are lightning - flashes in the cloud ...
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... honor that disdained the idea of preferring any new friend to his long tried , faithful Willet , and he secretly drank in the poison of her jealousy . It must , however , be acknowledged , that she said little more than she herself ...
... honor that disdained the idea of preferring any new friend to his long tried , faithful Willet , and he secretly drank in the poison of her jealousy . It must , however , be acknowledged , that she said little more than she herself ...
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... honors rendered to his memory . He had never , as yet , addressed Mrs Lloyd by the appellation of mother . Naturally taciturn , and always respectful , the omission had been unnoticed , except by his father and herself . Upon this ...
... honors rendered to his memory . He had never , as yet , addressed Mrs Lloyd by the appellation of mother . Naturally taciturn , and always respectful , the omission had been unnoticed , except by his father and herself . Upon this ...
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... honor and happi- ness was again occupied , and the Sunday stories of brother Lucius nourished the germs of virtue which were already expanding in her little heart . Once , however , she successfully parried the admoni- tion she was ...
... honor and happi- ness was again occupied , and the Sunday stories of brother Lucius nourished the germs of virtue which were already expanding in her little heart . Once , however , she successfully parried the admoni- tion she was ...
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Стр. 106 - Which we are toiling all our lives to find, In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave ; Thou, over whom thy Immortality Broods like the Day, a Master o'er a Slave, A Presence which is not to be put by ; Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife...
Стр. 105 - Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy soul's immensity ; Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted forever by the eternal mind, — Mighty 'Prophet! Seer blest! On whom those truths do rest Which we are toiling all our lives to find...
Стр. 106 - Thy heritage; thou Eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind, — Mighty Prophet ! Seer blest ! On whom those truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find, In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave ; Thou, over whom thy Immortality Broods like the day, a Master o'er a Slave, A presence which is not to be put by...
Стр. 4 - He battles heart and arm, his own blue sky Above him, and his own green land around, Land of his father's grave, His blessing and his prayers, Land where he learned to lisp a mother's name, The first beloved in life, the last forgot, Land of his frolic youth, Land of his bridal eve, Land of his children — vain your columned strength, Invaders ! vain your battles' steel and fire ! Choose ye the morrow's doom — A prison or a grave.
Стр. 105 - And with new joy and pride The little actor cons another part ; Filling from time to time his
Стр. 182 - Sings cheerfully to itself; rhy musing cat Purrs as she wakes from her unquiet sleep, And looks into my face as if she felt, Like me, the gentle influence of the rain. Here have I sat since morn, reading sometimes, And sometimes...
Стр. 182 - ... cat Purrs as she wakes from her unquiet sleep, And looks into my face as if she felt, Like me, the gentle influence of the rain. Here have I sat since morn, reading sometimes, And sometimes listening to the faster fall Of the large drops, or rising with the stir Of an unbidden thought, have walk'd awhile, With the slow steps of indolence, my room, And then sat down composedly again To my quaint book of olden poetry. It is a kind of idleness, I know ; And I am said to be an idle man — And it...
Стр. 3 - ... hearts And hopes as dead and cold, A gallant army formed their last array Upon that field, in silence and deep gloom, And at their conqueror's feet Laid their war-weapons down. Sullen and stern, disarmed but not dishonored ; Brave men, but brave in vain, they yielded there : The soldier's trial-task Is not alone