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Commemorative Addresses: George William Curtis, Edwin Booth, Louis Kossuth ...
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admiration American amid artist Audubon battle beauty birds Bryant called charm cheerful civilization cloud Curtis Curtis's Daniel Webster death delight earth Edwin Booth Emerson eminent England Europe eyes fancy father forests France French friends gave genius gentle George Ripley GEORGE WILLIAM CURTIS grace grand heard heart heaven honor human Hungarian Hungary ideal philosophy Irving JOHN JAMES AUDUBON kings knew Kossuth less liberty literary living LOUIS KOSSUTH Lowell Macbeth Margaret Fuller ment mind mountain nation nature nearly never night noble once painted PARKE GODWIN party perhaps poems poet poetic poetry political President sail scarcely seemed sentiment Shakespeare skies social society song soul speak speech spirit stars Staten Island stream sweet Tammany Hall theatre thought thousand tion tone touch vast voice wandering wild WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT winds woods words wrote York young youth
Page 61 - Tasting of Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth! O for a beaker full of the warm south, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth ; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim.
Page 159 - I think of these times, and call back to my mind the grandeur and beauty of those almost uninhabited shores ; when I picture to myself the dense and lofty summits of the forest, that everywhere spread along the hills, and overhung the margins of the stream, unmolested by the axe of the settler ; when I know how dearly purchased the safe navigation of that river has been by the blood of many worthy Virginians ; when I see that no longer any aborigines are to be found there...
Page 159 - I reflect that all this grand portion of our Union, instead of being in a state of nature, is now more or less covered with villages, farms, and towns, where the din of hammers and machinery is constantly heard...
Page 9 - Margaret felt the highest honour, were earnestly considering the possibility of making such industrial, social, and educational arrangements as would simplify economies, combine leisure for study with healthful and honest toil, avert unjust collisions of caste, equalise refinements, awaken generous affections, diffuse courtesy, and sweeten and sanctify life as a whole.
Page 133 - And I John saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down from God out of heaven, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband. And I heard a great voice out of heaven saying, Behold the tabernacle of God is with men, and he will dwell with them, and they shall be his people, and God himself shall be with them, and be their God.
Page 165 - The burning heat which instantly rushed through my brain was too great to be endured, without affecting the whole of my nervous system. I slept not for several nights, and the days passed like days of oblivion ; until the animal powers being recalled into action, through the strength of my constitution, I took up my gun, my note-book, and my pencils, and went forth to the woods as gaily as if nothing had happened.
Page 239 - These to their softened hearts should bear The thought of what has been, And speak of one who cannot share The gladness of the scene; Whose part, in all the pomp that fills The circuit of the summer hills, Is— that his grave is green; And deeply would their hearts rejoice To hear again his living voice.
Page 34 - I would gladly speak to you of the charms of pure scholarship ; of the dignity and worth of the scholar ; of the abstract relation of the scholar to the State. The sweet air we breathe and the repose of midsummer invite a calm ethical or intellectual discourse. But would you have counted him a friend of Greece who quietly discussed the abstract nature of patriotism on that Greek summer day through whose hopeless and immortal hours Leonidas and his three hundred...
Page 239 - There through the long, long summer hours, The golden light should lie, And thick young herbs and groups of flowers Stand in their beauty by. The oriole should build and tell His love-tale close beside my cell; The idle butterfly Should rest him there, and there be heard The housewife bee and hummingbird.