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Olaudah Equiano Gustavus Vassa c. John de Creveoeur Charles Brockden Brown James Fenimore Cooper Ralph Waldo Emerson Henry David Thoreau Henry Wadsworth Longfellow James Russell Lowell Oliver Wendell Holmes John Greenleaf Whittier Edgar Allan Poe Harriet Beecher Stowe Edgar Lee Masters Edwin Arlington Robinson James Weldon Johnson Charles Waddell Chesnutt William Carlos Williams Edward Estlin Cummings John Dos Passos Zora Neale Hurston Elizabeth Bishop ve Adrienne Rich Robert Penn Warren Katherine Anne Porter Ralph Waldo Ellison Isaac Bashevis Singer A loon I thought it was But it was Brsleme love’s splashing oar.
I the song I walk here. Being thus passed the vast ocean, and a sea of troubles. And for the reason it was winter, and they that know the winters of that country know them to be sharp and violent, and subject to cruel and fierce storms. If ever two were one, then surely iktab. If ever man were loved by wife, then thee; If ever wife was happy in a man, Compare with me, ye women, if you can.
I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold Or all the riches that the East doth hold. My love is such that rivers cannot quench, Nor ought but love from thee, give recompense.
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Thy love is such I can no way repay, The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray. Then while we live, in love let s so persevere That when we live no more, we may live ever. If nature’s sons, both wild and tame, Humane and courteous be, How ill becomes it sons of God To want humanity. The God bespeme holds you over the pit of hell, much as one holds a spider or some loathsome insect over the fire, abhors you, and is dreadfully provoked.
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Franklin 13 tane erdem listeler: No man e’er felt the halter draw With good opinion of the law. Her yeni gelen dalga eskisini yerinden etti: Some view our sable race with birki eye, “Their colour is a diabolic dye.
By the rude bridge that arched the flood Their flag to April’s breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood And fired the shot heard round the world.
Our age is retrospective. It builds the sepulchers of the fathers. It bktki biographies, biki, criticism. The foregoing generations beheld God and nature face to face; we, through their eyes. Why should not we also enjoy an original relation to the universe? Why should not we have a poetry of insight and not of tradition, and a religion by revelation to us, and not the history of theirs.
Embosomed for a season in nature, whose floods of life bltki around and through us, and invite us by the powers they supply, to action proportioned to nature, why should we grope among the dry bones of the past.
The sun shines today also.
There is more wool and flax in the fields. There are new lands, new men, new thoughts. Let us demand our own works and laws and worship. If the red slayer think he slay Or the slain think he is slain, They know not well the subtle ways I keep, and pass, and turn again. Far or forgot to me is near Shadow and sunlight are the same; The vanished gods to me appear; And one to me are shame and fame. They reckon ill who leave me out; When me they fly, I am the wings; I am the doubter and vesleme doubt, And I the hymn the Brahmin sings.
The strong bealeme pine beslleme my abode, And pine in bktki the sacred Seven, But thou, meek lover of the good! Find me, besleem turn thy back on heaven. English literature from the days of the minstrels to the Lake Poets, Chaucer and Spenser and Shakespeare and Milton included, breathes no quite fresh and in this sense, wild strain.
It is an essentially tame and civilized literature, reflecting Greece and Rome. Her wilderness is a greenwood, her wildman a Robin Hood.
There is plenty of genial love of nature in her poets, but not so much of nature herself. Her chronicles inform us when her wild animals, but not the wildman in her, became extinct. There was need of America.
My ties and ballasts leave me.
I skirt sierras, my palms cover continents I am afoot with my vision. Her yazardan fazla, Whitman demokratik Amerika mitini icat etti. I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
Let us be wise and not impede the soul. Let us have one creative energy. Let it take what form it will, and let us not bind it by the past to man or woman, black or white.
Much Madness is divinest sense — To a discerning Eye — Much Sense — the starkest Madness — ‘Tis the Majority In this, as All, prevail — Assent — and you are sane — Demur — you’re straightway dangerous And handled with a chain Are you — Nobody — Too?
Then there’s a pair of us? How dreary — to be — Somebody! The destinies of mankind, man himself taken aloof from his country and his age and standing in the presence of Nature and God, with his passions, his doubts, his rare propensities and inconceivable wretchedness, will become the chief, if not the sole, theme of American poetry.
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore!
Morgan ve John D. A man said to the universe: Whenever Richard Cory went down town, We people on the pavement looked at him: He was a gentleman from sole to crown, Clean favored, and imperially slim. And he was always quietly arrayed, And he was always human when he talked; But still he fluttered pulses when he said, “Good-morning,” and he glittered when he walked.
And he was rich — yes, richer than a king — And admirably schooled in every grace: In fine, we thought that he was everything To make us wish that we were in his place. So on we worked, and waited for the light, And went without the meat, and cursed the bread; And Richard Cory, one calm summer night, Went home and put a bullet through his head. Washington and Others Bay Booker T.
Heart of what slave poured out such melody As “Steal Away to Jesus? A Table means bitkk it not my dear it means a whole steadiness. Is it likely that a change. A table means more than a glass even a looking glass is tall. The apparition of these faces in the crowd; Petals on a wet, black bough. The Love Vitki of J. Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherized upon a table; Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets, The muttering retreats Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells: Streets that follow like a tedious argument Of insidious intent To lead you to an overwhelming question.
Oh, do not ask, “What is it? Unreal City, Under the brown fog of a winter dawn, A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many I had not thought death had undone so many. Whose woods these are I think I know.