READER

I have not exaggerated the wrongs inflicted by Slavery;

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I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass

For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you

I CELEBRATE

A political victory, a rise of rents, the recovery of your sick, or the return of your absent friend, or some other favorable event, raises your spirits, and you think good days are preparing for you. Do not believe it. Nothing can bring you peace but yourself.

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throws himself unhesitatingly on his thought, instantly rights himself, stands in the erect position, commands his limbs, works miracles; just as a man who stands on his feet is stronger than a man who stands on his head.

But a cultivated man becomes ashamed of his property, out of new respect for his nature

Society is a wave. The wave moves onward, but the water of which it is composed does not. The same particle does not rise from the valley to the ridge. Its unity is only phenomenal. The persons who make up a nation to-day, next year die, and their experience with them.

The harm of the improved machinery may compensate its good

For every thing that is given, something is taken

let us at least resist our temptations

All men have my blood, and I have all men’s.

Commerce, husbandry, hunting, whaling, war, eloquence, personal weight, are somewhat, and engage my respect as examples of its presence and impure action

Who has more obedience than I masters me, though he should not raise his finger

all things go well.

It is as easy for the strong man to be strong, as it is for the weak to be weak.

This should be plain enough

These roses under my window make no reference to former roses or to better ones; they are for what they are; they exist with God to-day

If I see a trait, my children will see it after me

Here are the lungs of that inspiration which giveth man wisdom, and which cannot be denied without impiety and atheism.

The world has been instructed by its kings, who have so magnetized the eyes of nations

Alfred, and Scanderbeg, and Gustavus

though they should clothe God with shape and color

terror that scares us from self-trust is our consistency

vulnera- ble

Every true man is a cause, a country, and an age

America into Adams’s eye

Always scorn appearances

Act singly, and what you have already done singly will justify you now

only by overt actions

I suppose no man can violate his nature. All the sallies of his will are rounded in by the law of his being, as the inequalities of Andes and Himmaleh are insignificant in the curve of the sphere

‘Ah, so you shall be sure to be misunderstood.’

because the eyes of others have no other data

but the sour faces of the multitude, like their sweet faces, have no deep cause, but are put on and off as the wind blows and a newspaper directs

“the foolish face of praise,”

ostentation

vote with a great party either for the government or against it,

It loses your time

but the great man is he who in the midst of the crowd keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude.

Their works are done as an apology

Virtues are, in the popular estimate, rather the exception than the rule

truth is handsomer than the affectation of love

a thousand miles off.

wear the coat

Every decent and well-spoken individual affects and sways me more than is right

must

The virtue in most request is conformity

Society is a joint-stock company, in which the members agree, for the better securing of his bread to each shareholder, to surrender the liberty and culture of the eater

in solitude

observe again from the same unaffected, unbiased, unbribable, unaffrighted innocence, must always be formidable

But the man is, as it were, clapped into jail by his consciousness.

Hark! in the next room his voice is sufficiently clear and emphatic. It seems he knows how to speak to his contemporaries. Bashful or bold, then, he will know how to make us seniors very unnecessary.

our arithmetic has computed the strength and means opposed to our purpose

obeying the Almighty effort,

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Trust thyself

but what he has said or done otherwise, shall give him no peace

Not for nothing one face, one character, one fact, makes much impression on him, and another none

plot of ground which is given to him to till

wide universe is full of good,

Else, to-morrow a stranger will say with masterly good sense precisely what we have thought and felt all the time, and we shall be forced to take with shame our own opinion from another.

Great works of art

A man should learn to detect and watch that gleam of light which flashes across his mind from within, more than the lustre of the firmament of bards and sages

Familiar as the voice of the mind is to each

Last Judgment

the inmost in due time becomes the outmost

universal

To believe your own thought, to believe that what is true for you in your private heart is true for all men,

original and not conventional.

“Man is his own star

an honest and a perfect man

“Ne te quaesiveris extra.”

hen-pecked husbands

He used to tell his story to every stranger that arrived at Mr. Doolittle’s hotel. He was observed, at first, to vary on some points every time he told it, which was, doubtless, owing to his having so recently awaked.

and a chronicle of the old times “before the war.

whom Rip recollected for one of the urchins that used to climb upon his back

like distant peals of thunder.

He recollected Rip at once, and corroborated his story in the most satisfactory manner. He assured the company that it was a fact, handed down from his ancestor the historian, that the Catskill Mountains had always been haunted by strange beings

but whether he shot himself, or was carried away by the Indians, nobody can tell

He had no courage to ask after any more friends

war—congress—Stony Point

“I am a poor, quiet man, a native of the place, and a loyal subject of the king, God bless him!”

and an army of women and children at his heels

A half-starved dog that looked like Wolf was skulking about it. Rip called him by name, but the cur snarled, showed his teeth, and passed on. This was an unkind cut indeed. “My very dog,” sighed Rip, “has forgotten me!”

As he approached the village he met a number of people, but none whom he knew, which somewhat surprised him, for he had thought himself acquainted with every one in the country round. Their dress, too, was of a different fashion from that to which he was accustomed. They all stared at him with equal marks of surprise, and whenever they cast their eyes upon him, invariably stroked their chins. The constant recurrence of this gesture induced Rip, involuntarily, to do the same, when, to his astonishment, he found his beard had grown a foot long!

He grieved to give up his dog and gun; he dreaded to meet his wife

nd spread a kind of network in his path.

As he rose to walk, he found himself stiff in the joints

Wolf, too, had disappeared, but he might have strayed away after a squirrel or partridge. He whistled after him, and shouted his name, but all in vain; the echoes repeated his whistle and shout, but no dog was to be seen.

He looked round for his gun

it was a bright, sunny morning. The birds were hopping and twittering among the bushes, and the eagle was wheeling aloft, and breasting the pure mountain breeze.

epeat the draught

melancholy party of pleasure

They all had beards, of various shapes and colors

thundershowers

but supposing it to be some one of the neighborhood in need of his assistance

he heard a voice from a distance, hallooing, “Rip Van Winkle! Rip Van Winkle!

purple cloud

Wolf would wag his tai

thy mistress leads thee a dog’s life of it; but never mind, my lad, whilst I live thou shalt never want a friend to stand by thee.”

but, when pleased, he would inhale the smoke slowly and tranquilly, and emit it in light and placid clouds,

smoke his pipe

Here they used to sit in the shade of a long, lazy summer’s day, talking listlessly over village gossip, or telling endless sleepy stories about nothing

casting many a sidelong glance at Dame Van Winkle

henpecked husband

Morning, noon, and night, her tongue was incessantly going, and everything he said or did was sure to produce a torrent of household eloquence

was one of those happy mortals, of foolish, well-oiled dispositions

In a word, Rip was ready to attend to anybody’s business but his own; but as to doing family duty, and keeping his farm in order, he found it impossible.

children of the village, too, would shout with joy

Dame Van Winkle.

I have observed

vchivalrous

beginning of the government

magical hues and shapes of these mountains

swelling up to a noble height, and lording it over the surrounding country

a phenomenon that still exists today.

savagery

proudly claim they would do should an invasion happen today

a genocide caused by people like her

This is not to say that Rowlandson’s depiction of the colonial encounter isn’t valid or worth the empathy

unquestionable misery and heartache

As Moses said, “Stand still and see the salvation of the Lord” (Exodus 14.13). Finis.

they told me I disgraced my master with begging, and if I did so any more, they would knock me in the head. I

Then I took it of the child, and eat it myself, and savory it was to my taste. Then I may say as Job 6.7

then she cut me off a little piece, and gave one of the English children a piece also.

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barbarous creatures

But I knew that He laid upon me less than I deserved

I thought of the English army, and hoped for their coming

here is not one of them that makes the least conscience of speaking of truth

through the good providence of God, I had a comfortable lodging that night

My spirit was, upon this, I confess, very impatient, and almost outrageous.

I ran out and catched it up, and put it into my pocket, and never let her see it afterward

“Nux,”

Yet notwithstanding, somebody stole it, but put five Indian corns in the room of it; which corns were the greatest provisions I had in my travel for one day.

because I served them both in one dish, would eat nothing, except one bit that he gave her upon the point of his knife

There was a squaw who spake to me to make a shirt for her sannup, for which she gave me a piece of bear. Another asked me to knit a pair of stockings, for which she gave me a quart of peas.

I offered the money to my master, but he bade me keep it; and with it I bought a piece of horse flesh

I could not but be amazed at the numerous crew of pagans that were on the bank on the other side.

I asked him whether he would read. He told me he earnestly desired it, I gave him my

as well as for the Indians with their squaws and children, and all their luggage

and desired them to let me rest, and told them I would do as much more tomorrow; to which they answered me they would break my face.

yet it was very hard to get down their filthy trash

I did not wet my foot (which many of themselves at the other end were mid-leg deep

she would not give me a taste

I had my Bible with me, I pulled it out, and asked her whether she would read

that the blessings were gone, and the curses come in their room, and that I had lost my opportunity

sending me a Bible

as their manner is

his dame brought him to see me. I took this to be some gracious answer to my earnest and unfeigned desire

Whereupon I earnestly entreated the Lord, that He would consider my low estate, and show me a token for good

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but now the case is changed; I must and could lie down by my dead babe, side by side all the night after

Then I took oaken leaves and laid to my side, and with the blessing of God it cured me also

how evilly I had walked in God’s sight

so exceeding sick

the Lord upheld me

my sick child in my arms

with so many difficulties

as the Indians told me

worse than death

the Indians told me they would kill him as he came homeward

resemblance of hell.

for fear of the Indians

hard

our hearts no less than our bodies

shift the focus from the nation to the larger, global implications

some comedy and sass in there

keeping it full of new and fresh ideas

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wide range of ideas by each individual in the classroom.

makes connections between important works of American literature and contemporary culture

, it moves beyond the voices of old white men talking about even older white men.

by framing the texts in new and provocative ways

it is clear that past definitions of American literature must be revisited

we questioned the very parameters

sin which destroyed their race

purely Indian standpoint

the Indians, who should have been great, have become a little people

for this child shall do so no more for you

Can you not see who was the father of my boy?

build up his nation, and make of the Wabanaki a mighty race

floating game

when she greatly desired to return to her own people

Spirit of the Mountain had taken her to himself

three years

“I would that I had a husband!”

Indian girl gathering blueberries

all the Indians