Oregon LiteratureJ.B. Horner, 1809 - 104 strani |
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Stran 21
... clouds hover above , being fed by thick exhalations . They lazily turn their flanks , grow dark , and descend in showers ; oh , how easily . " Is not that Western Oregon ? The Sax- ons of Europe have left their climate to find a sim ...
... clouds hover above , being fed by thick exhalations . They lazily turn their flanks , grow dark , and descend in showers ; oh , how easily . " Is not that Western Oregon ? The Sax- ons of Europe have left their climate to find a sim ...
Stran 22
... clouds that were torn loose by the thunderbolt and their waters spilled upon parching grain and thirsting herds . In the one the air is purified by the gentle , falling rain- drops ; in the other by the swift , sweeping showers from the ...
... clouds that were torn loose by the thunderbolt and their waters spilled upon parching grain and thirsting herds . In the one the air is purified by the gentle , falling rain- drops ; in the other by the swift , sweeping showers from the ...
Stran 23
... clouds that stretch away like great gleaming bars of bronze and gold . A bold man , a brave man , a courageous man , a cultured man , nature's man . An Inasmuch as the climate of Western Oregon is somewhat tempered with the Japanese ...
... clouds that stretch away like great gleaming bars of bronze and gold . A bold man , a brave man , a courageous man , a cultured man , nature's man . An Inasmuch as the climate of Western Oregon is somewhat tempered with the Japanese ...
Stran 38
... clouds . Then the con- servatory filled with choice flowers speaks of him as a lover of nature , but the man - the lover of nature the poet himself - was found in bed , in a little cell whose dimensions and primitive simplic- ity ...
... clouds . Then the con- servatory filled with choice flowers speaks of him as a lover of nature , but the man - the lover of nature the poet himself - was found in bed , in a little cell whose dimensions and primitive simplic- ity ...
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John B. Horner. of nature , while his eye catches visions from the clouds which pass over his head . His numerous works and particularly his recent- ly published volume of poems , " The Songs of the Soul , " show him to be no idler . His ...
John B. Horner. of nature , while his eye catches visions from the clouds which pass over his head . His numerous works and particularly his recent- ly published volume of poems , " The Songs of the Soul , " show him to be no idler . His ...
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Stran 6 - The charming landscape which I saw this morning is indubitably made up of some twenty or thirty farms. Miller owns this field, Locke that, and Manning the woodland beyond. But none of them owns the landscape. There is a property in the horizon which no man has but he whose eye can integrate all the parts, that is, the poet.
Stran 37 - In men whom men pronounce divine I find so much of sin and blot, I hesitate to draw a line Between the two, where God has not.
Stran 60 - I have seen them give her ashes to the winds, regathering them again that they might scatter them yet more widely: but, when they turned to exult, I have seen her again meet them face to face, resplendent in complete steel and brandishing in her strong right hand a flaming sword, red with insufferable light.
Stran 62 - I too am a wave on a stormy sea; I too am a wanderer, driven like thee; I too am seeking a distant land To be lost and gone ere I reach the strand; For the land I seek is a waveless shore, And they who once reach it shall wander no more.
Stran 12 - From the Cascades' frozen gorges, Leaping like a child at play, Winding, widening through the valley, Bright Willamette glides away; Onward ever, Lovely River, Softly calling to the sea, Time, that scars us, Maims and mars us, Leaves no track or trench on thee.
Stran 89 - The gold that with the sunlight lies In bursting heaps at dawn, The silver spilling from the skies At night to walk upon, The diamonds gleaming in the dew He never saw, he never knew. He got some gold, dug from the mud, Some silver, crushed from stones. The gold was red with dead men's blood, The silver black with groans ; And when he died he moaned aloud, " There '11 be no pocket in my shroud.
Stran 62 - It were vain to ask, as thou rollest afar, Of banner, or mariner, ship, or star; It were vain to seek in thy stormy face Some tale of the sorrowful past to trace. Thou art swelling high, thou art flashing free, How vain are the questions we ask of thee!
Stran 67 - The bravest battle that ever was fought, shall I tell you where and when? On the maps of the world you will find it not; 'twas fought by the mothers of men.