Cambridge Essays, Volume 1John W. Parker and son, 1855 |
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... traveller abundantly shows . The few American writers , on this subject , therefore , have mostly erred both by default and excess : they have omitted distinctive American peculiarities , and they have set down as Americanisms expres ...
... traveller abundantly shows . The few American writers , on this subject , therefore , have mostly erred both by default and excess : they have omitted distinctive American peculiarities , and they have set down as Americanisms expres ...
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... traveller who , on hearing Sambo directed to tote the gentleman's horse to the barn ( stable ) , and give him some truck , ' not unnaturally concluded that truck was the Kentuckian for hay or oats . But soon another Sambo was ordered to ...
... traveller who , on hearing Sambo directed to tote the gentleman's horse to the barn ( stable ) , and give him some truck , ' not unnaturally concluded that truck was the Kentuckian for hay or oats . But soon another Sambo was ordered to ...
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... travellers have gained for themselves by years of toil and slow accumulations . It links the scattered sciences together , and gives to each of them a meaning and a significance of which they are barren when they stand alone , and ...
... travellers have gained for themselves by years of toil and slow accumulations . It links the scattered sciences together , and gives to each of them a meaning and a significance of which they are barren when they stand alone , and ...
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... traveller's eye when standing on a commanding mountain peak in a clear day . But before pursuing this question further , it will be well to consider awhile the work that lies before the geographer , for we shall be less tempted to exact ...
... traveller's eye when standing on a commanding mountain peak in a clear day . But before pursuing this question further , it will be well to consider awhile the work that lies before the geographer , for we shall be less tempted to exact ...
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... traveller proceeds on his road , and studies the country that spreads wide away on either side , he will obtain a very accurate knowledge of all that lies within two miles of him , when the day is clear and the light such as to throw ...
... traveller proceeds on his road , and studies the country that spreads wide away on either side , he will obtain a very accurate knowledge of all that lies within two miles of him , when the day is clear and the light such as to throw ...
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Page 43 - I was confirmed in this opinion, that he who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things, ought himself to be a true poem...
Page 280 - but no. From scarped cliff and quarried stone She cries " a thousand types are gone : I care for nothing, all shall go. " Thou makest thine appeal to me : I bring to life, I bring to death : The spirit does but mean the breath : I know no more.
Page 246 - Dry clash'd his harness in the icy caves And barren chasms, and all to left and right The bare black cliff clang'd round him, as he based His feet on juts of slippery crag that rang Sharp-smitten with the dint of armed heels — And on a sudden, lo! the level lake, And the long glories of the winter moon.
Page 280 - Nature, red in tooth and claw With ravine, shriek'd against his creed — Who loved, who suffer'd countless ills, Who battled for the True, the Just, Be blown about the desert dust, Or seal'd within the iron hills ? No more ? A monster then, a dream, A discord. Dragons of the prime, That tare each other in their slime, Were mellow music match'd with him. O life as futile, then, as frail ! 0 for thy voice to soothe and bless ! What hope of answer, or redress ? Behind the veil, behind the veil.
Page 81 - And one, the reapers at their sultry toil. In front they bound the sheaves. Behind Were realms of upland, prodigal in oil, And hoary to the wind. And one, a foreground black with stones and slags, Beyond a line of heights, and higher All barr'd with long white cloud the scornful crags, And highest, snow and fire. And one, an English home— gray twilight pour'd On dewy pastures, dewy trees, Softer than sleep — all things in order stored, A haunt of ancient Peace.
Page 261 - Many a night from yonder ivied casement, ere I went to rest, Did I look on great Orion sloping slowly to the West. Many a night I saw the Pleiads, rising thro' the mellow shade, Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies tangled in a silver braid.
Page 261 - Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight.
Page 245 - Thou wouldst betray me for the precious hilt; Either from lust of gold, or like a girl Valuing the giddy pleasure of the eyes. Yet, for a man may fail in duty twice, And the third time may prosper, get thee hence: But, if thou spare to fling Excalibur, I will arise and slay thee with my hands.
Page 262 - I was left a trampled orphan, and a selfish uncle's ward. Or to burst all links of habit — there to wander far away, On from island unto island at the gateways of the day.
Page 278 - Unfettered by the sense of crime, To whom a conscience never wakes; Nor, what may count itself as blest, The heart that never plighted troth But stagnates in the weeds of sloth; Nor any want-begotten rest. I hold it true, whate'er...