Oregon LiteratureJ.B. Horner, 1809 - 104 strani |
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Zadetki 1–5 od 13
Stran 7
... hands , and sinewy arms . And the women were the daughters of the women who came in the Mayflower , and they were like unto them . They spun and wove , and in any home you might have seen a Priscilla with her wheel and distaff as of old ...
... hands , and sinewy arms . And the women were the daughters of the women who came in the Mayflower , and they were like unto them . They spun and wove , and in any home you might have seen a Priscilla with her wheel and distaff as of old ...
Stran 38
... hand the poet has drawn his mother away from the more active strug- gles of life to spend her remaining days with him on the mountain near the clouds . Then the con- servatory filled with choice flowers speaks of him as a lover of ...
... hand the poet has drawn his mother away from the more active strug- gles of life to spend her remaining days with him on the mountain near the clouds . Then the con- servatory filled with choice flowers speaks of him as a lover of ...
Stran 41
... hand ; he spins the flax God sends , handing the threads down to his fellows on the plain . May we not weave some of them into the woof or warp of our lives ? On our return home Hon . George A. Waggoner , an old schoolmate and friend of ...
... hand ; he spins the flax God sends , handing the threads down to his fellows on the plain . May we not weave some of them into the woof or warp of our lives ? On our return home Hon . George A. Waggoner , an old schoolmate and friend of ...
Stran 46
... hands . Hers was a nature too gentle , too kind , too sweet to sound or even echo the notes of war . When all the land was a Babel of angry voices , hers was clear and sweet . She wrote of her home , her friends , of the sunlit waves of ...
... hands . Hers was a nature too gentle , too kind , too sweet to sound or even echo the notes of war . When all the land was a Babel of angry voices , hers was clear and sweet . She wrote of her home , her friends , of the sunlit waves of ...
Stran 51
... hands Reaching out from angel bands . " Purity is one of the prominent traits of his writ- ings . He wrote some very tender love poems , but they are all on the strain of " I cannot live with- out you . " Many of his poems are of ...
... hands Reaching out from angel bands . " Purity is one of the prominent traits of his writ- ings . He wrote some very tender love poems , but they are all on the strain of " I cannot live with- out you . " Many of his poems are of ...
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ABIGAIL SCOTT DUNIWAY ages American angels Banks battle Beautiful Willamette Bible bright chum Bub Karaboo climate clouds COQUELLE Corvallis death Delazon Smith Duniway E. D. BAKER East Eastern echo feel forever friends genius gentle gold golden heart heaven hence Higginson Hines Homer Davenport hundred Ian Buchanan immortal Indian influence inspiring intellectual James O'Meara JAMES RUSSELL LOWEL Jason Lee Joaquin Miller John John Minto land Let him sleep light literary lives Lowell ment mighty Minnie Myrtle Miller Mount Hood mountain nation nature night ocean old songs oration Oregon City Oregon literature Oregon pioneer Oregonian Pacific Passover patriotic plains poem poet poetic poetry rain rivers Samuel L scenery sentiment shores silent sing soul spirit stand streams sung sweet Oregon talent thou thought tions vales valley visions West Western Oregon wild women writ write
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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.