Oregon LiteratureJ.B. Horner, 1809 - 104 strani |
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Zadetki 1–5 od 10
Stran 11
... Soul , " " The World Will Be on Fire , " " I Want to Be an Angel , " " There Is a Happy Land , " " Work for the Night is Coming , " and scores of others , among which were the national odes ? Such gatherings - such music ! The singers ...
... Soul , " " The World Will Be on Fire , " " I Want to Be an Angel , " " There Is a Happy Land , " " Work for the Night is Coming , " and scores of others , among which were the national odes ? Such gatherings - such music ! The singers ...
Stran 12
... soul and sweetened the literature of Oregon , for they have become a part of of Oregon life . THE BEAUTIFUL WILLAMETTE . I sometimes think the muse that first sung the " Beautiful Willamette , " that poem which was set to the gliding ...
... soul and sweetened the literature of Oregon , for they have become a part of of Oregon life . THE BEAUTIFUL WILLAMETTE . I sometimes think the muse that first sung the " Beautiful Willamette , " that poem which was set to the gliding ...
Stran 25
... soul may have been mellowed with the sentiments of the vine - clad Italy , yet he is an Oregon poet , -simply a child away from home . Pacific University , like Jupiter who conceived Minerva full grown and complete , sent out as her ...
... soul may have been mellowed with the sentiments of the vine - clad Italy , yet he is an Oregon poet , -simply a child away from home . Pacific University , like Jupiter who conceived Minerva full grown and complete , sent out as her ...
Stran 41
... Soul , " show him to be no idler . His spindle and distaff are ever in his 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 ...
... Soul , " show him to be no idler . His spindle and distaff are ever in his 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 ...
Stran 51
... soul unsatisfied , but they are the expression of one who is sure of a place in his Father's home He even fancies that " He catches the sweet strains of songs Floating down from distant throngs And can feel the touch of hands Reaching ...
... soul unsatisfied , but they are the expression of one who is sure of a place in his Father's home He even fancies that " He catches the sweet strains of songs Floating down from distant throngs And can feel the touch of hands Reaching ...
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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.