my sister doesn’t seem to give a toss and waltzes right in with hers still hiding all her bits.

There’s something more serious about this one, you can see in a flash that it’s different from the rest.

standing on the edge of a diving board, deciding whether or not to jump. To me it felt like there was some sort of time lag between her end of the phone and mine.

“That’s easy to say for people that are sitting on their sofas and riding in their carriages; but let ‘em be where I am, I guess it would come some harder. I wish I could be good; but my heart burns, and can’t be reconciled, anyhow. You couldn’t in my place,—you can’t now, if I tell you all I’ve got to say. You don’t know the whole yet.”

. It’s a free country, sir; the man’s mine, and I do what I please with him,—that’s it!”

Byron, Burns, Shelley, Keats,

will America seek successfully to tune any superb national song unless the heart-strings of the people start it from their own breasts—to be return'd and echoed there again.

twining all lands like a divine thread, stringing all beads, pebbles or gold, from God and the soul, and like God's dynamics and sunshine illustrating all and having reference to all. F

something waited for, craved, hitherto non-express'd. What it will be, and how, no one knows.

Browning is lately dead; Bryant, Emerson and Longfellow have not long pass'd away; and yes, Whittier and Tennyson remain, over eighty years old

When umbrellas were first used in England, those who carried them were hooted and pelted so furiously that their lives were endanger'd

People resent anything new as a personal insult

any work really new and first-rate in beauty and originality always arouses something disagreeable and repulsive

a great old age amplified? Every really first-class production has likely to pass through the crucial tests of a generation, perhaps several generations.

my already avow'd opinion regarding his highest bardic and personal attitude

a naturalist, pedestrian, gardener and fruiter—well aware of books, but mixing to the last in cities and society.

what can be its purpose in the God-scheme of this universe, and all?

Ideal Americanism would take the Greek spirit and law, and democratize and scientize and (thence) truly Christianize them for the

beauty, power and productiveness of its own, above all others, and of a sort and style uniting all criticisms, proofs and adherences.

dissolving and embracing all—and not any special achievement of passion, pride, metrical form, epigram, plot, thought, or what is call'd beauty. The bud of the rose or the half-blown flower is beautiful, of course, but only the perfected bloom or apple or finish'd wheat-head is beyond the rest.

to oversea illustrations, and standing on them

Modern or new poetry, too, (viewing or challenging it with severe criticism,) is largely a-void

world could not reek more of predictability and cliche

wedding ceremony ensemble

As a result, those in positions of power see bursts of violence from minorities as unjust or unnecessary

an innocent victim

All that mattered was that a white woman was hurt by a group of non-white people, and that there was seemingly no viable reason for it other than inherent brutality.

It did not matter that her dreadful experience was a result of a last-ditch effort by the Native Americans to cease a genocide caused by people like her.

he image of indigenous savagery is maintained and with it spreads the toxicity of imperialism and systemic racism.

disillusionment and hypocrisy to the unsuspecting reader.

Affliction I wanted, and affliction I had,

One hour I have been in health, and wealthy, wanting nothing. But the next hour in sickness and wounds, and death, having nothing but sorrow and affliction.

and nothing but death before me

pounds.

Thus she traveled three days together, not

Blessed be the Lord for it, for great is His power, and He can do whatsoever seemeth Him good.

could not redeem him under seven pounds

public thanksgiving.

thoughts of our dear children, one being dead, and the other we could not tell where, abated our comfort each to other

joy to see such a lovely sight, so many Christians together

I took my leave of them, and in coming along my heart melted into tears, more than all the while I was with them

seemed much to rejoice in it; some asked me to send them some bread, others some tobacco, others shaking me by the hand, offering me a hood and scarfe to ride in

for their own losses, yet triumphed and rejoiced in their inhumane, and many times devilish cruelty to the English.

where there was nothing to be seen, but from hand to mouth.

yet how to admiration did the Lord preserve them for His holy ends, and the destruction of many still amongst the English!

It is the Lord’s doing, and it should be marvelous in our eyes.

hen I took it of the child, and eat it myself,

Being very hungry I had quickly eat up mine, but the child could not bite it

where we stayed all night

he answered me, they would not.

God did not leave me to have my impatience work towards Himself, as if His ways were unrighteous.

barbarous heathens,

d that he was very good meat.

me to make a shirt for her papoose, for which she gave me a mess of broth

the good providence of God

my master being gone, who seemed to me the best friend

homeward

d never let her see it afterward

My mistres

will help future PSU students have fun while learning.

elevant to students today

provocative ways that fit the modern age.

American literature defined by geographical boundaries? Experiences? Histories? Themes

Another asked me to knit a pair of stockings, for which she gave me a quart of peas.

I sitting alone in the midst. I observed they asked one another questions, and laughed, and rejoiced over their gains and victories. Then my heart began to fail:

sisters, and friends, and relations, and house, and home, and many comforts of this life

I could starve and die before I could eat such things, yet they were sweet and savory to my taste.

my knitting work

Englishmen’s scalps that they had taken

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but I was sold to him by another Narragansett

nine days from the first wounding, in this miserable condition, without any refreshing of one nature or other,

King Philip,

been of God’s holy time; how many Sabbaths I had lost and misspent, and how evilly I had walked in God’s sight;

about an hour by sun,

d having no Christian friend

inhumane creatures

of the Indians carried my poor wounded babe upon a horse; it went moaning all along, “I shall die, I shall die.”

I must turn my back upon the town, and travel with them into the vast and desolate wilderness, I knew not whither.

no refreshing for it,

some roasting, some lying and burning, and some boiling to feed our merciless enemies; who were joyful enough

What, will you love English men still?

barbarous creatures

a patient, the spirit of the plant suggests to him the proper remedy.

When the plants, who were friendly to man, heard what had been done by the animals, they determined to defeat their evil designs. Each tree, shrub, and herb,

r animals and voted in favor of his death.

Next came the fishes and reptiles, who had their own grievances against humanity

If the reply be “Yes” all is well and the Little Deer goes on his way

y that they should have long claws in order to be able to climb trees

his long claws caught the string and spoiled the shot.

“The bow of wood and the string of our own entrails

spread over the whole earth and the poor animals found themselves beginning to be cramped for room