Great CompanionsD. Appleton, 1917 - 365 páginas |
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Abbey of Saint-Martial admirable Allegra American Bagnacavallo beautiful believe biography Byron charm Claire Clairmont companions criticism Crusoe death delight Dissenters dream earth English enjoy existence expression Fabre Fanny Imlay farm women feel fiction Fiona MacLeod Foe's forest Frank Norris genius girl Godwin grace Harriet Henry James Howells human hundred ideas interest John Muir land learned Leaves of Grass letters literary live look Lord Byron manner Mary ment mind Moll Flanders natural never night novel numbers one's passion perhaps persons pleasure poem poet poetry present published Raggedy reader says scene seems Shelley Shelley's sings social soul Specimen Days spirit Stephen Crane's story tale tells things Thoreau thought tion tone truth Vandover verse Walt Whitman Whitman whole wild William woman wonderful words writer wrote young Zebulon Pike
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Página 115 - The One remains, the many change and pass; Heaven's light forever shines, Earth's shadows fly; Life, like a dome of many-colored glass, Stains the white radiance of Eternity, Until Death tramples it to fragments.
Página 342 - I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms, and, if it proved to be mean, why then to get the whole and genuine meanness of it, and publish its meanness to the world; or if it were sublime, to know it by experience, and be able to give a true account of it in my next excursion.
Página 345 - When first I took up my abode in the woods, that is, began to spend my nights as well as days there, which, by accident, was on Independence day, or the fourth of July, 1845, my house was not finished for winter...
Página 145 - All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Página 246 - It is an idealised history of my life and feelings. I think one is always in love with something or other ; the error, and I confess it is not easy for spirits cased in flesh and blood to avoid it, consists in seeking in a mortal image the likeness of what is, perhaps, eternal.
Página 150 - Come away, come away, Hark to the summons! Come in your war- array, Gentles and commons. Come from deep glen, and From mountain so rocky; The war-pipe and pennon Are at Inverlochy. Come every hill-plaid, and True heart that wears one, Come every steel blade, and Strong hand that bears one. Leave...
Página 352 - I was put into jail as I was going to the shoemaker's to get a shoe which was mended. When I was let out the next morning, I proceeded to finish my errand, and, having put on my mended shoe, joined a huckleberry party, who were impatient to put themselves under my conduct; and in half an hour — for the horse was soon tackled — was in the midst of a huckleberry field, on one of our highest hills, two miles off, and then the state was nowhere to be seen. This is the whole history of "My Prisons.
Página 309 - What do we want with this vast, worthless area — this region of savages and wild beasts, of deserts of shifting sands and whirlwinds of dust, of cactus and prairie dogs...
Página 144 - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Página 188 - O the Raggedy Man! He works fer Pa; An' he's the goodest man ever you saw! He comes to our house every day, An' waters the horses, an' feeds 'em hay; An' he opens the shed - an' we all ist laugh When he drives out our little old wobble-ly calf; An' nen - ef our hired girl says he can He milks the cow fer 'Lizabuth Ann. Ain't he a