Oregon LiteratureJ.B. Horner, 1809 - 104 strani |
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... hence Oregon was early peopled with the strongest , the wisest and the bravest of the new race . And while there may have been no Moses , no Caesar , no Cromwell among them , there was a large sprinkling of such men as Joe Meek , Gray ...
... hence Oregon was early peopled with the strongest , the wisest and the bravest of the new race . And while there may have been no Moses , no Caesar , no Cromwell among them , there was a large sprinkling of such men as Joe Meek , Gray ...
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... hence the Bible element or Saxon element bids fair to grow in prominence in the language of our people . Fur- thermore , the experience and the culture of our people tend to mellow the feelings and warm the hearts of the masses and ...
... hence the Bible element or Saxon element bids fair to grow in prominence in the language of our people . Fur- thermore , the experience and the culture of our people tend to mellow the feelings and warm the hearts of the masses and ...
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... . Horner. FIRST PRINTING PRESS ON THE PACIFIC COAST . ( On this press was printed the Oregon City " Spectator , " February 5 , 1846- the first newspaper west of the Missouri River ) UNIL OF CH tain life ; hence we do not expect great books.
... . Horner. FIRST PRINTING PRESS ON THE PACIFIC COAST . ( On this press was printed the Oregon City " Spectator , " February 5 , 1846- the first newspaper west of the Missouri River ) UNIL OF CH tain life ; hence we do not expect great books.
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John B. Horner. tain life ; hence we do not expect great books and intellectual triumphs to come from those who re- ceived their growth in the torrid or in the frigid zones . It has also been observed that those cli- mates , in which it ...
John B. Horner. tain life ; hence we do not expect great books and intellectual triumphs to come from those who re- ceived their growth in the torrid or in the frigid zones . It has also been observed that those cli- mates , in which it ...
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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.