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AMERICAN LITERATURE IN THE 19TH CENTURY

THE BOSTON BRAHMINS

Literatura Americana IIProfessora Vera Lima CecconGrupo 2: Gabriela MouroLeandro CoutoRenata TorresUFRJ 2010/2

John Greenleaf Whittier(1807 1892)Biografia

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Os Estados Unidos em 1800Massachussets to Virginiaby Whittier (Fragmentado)Vocabulrio:Estrofe 1:Blast: forte rajada de ventoHaughty: arroganteBugle: clarim (instrumento musical)Peal: som, barulhoTread: passo, caminharFile: fileira de soldados uns atrs dos outrosClang: som metlico altoHorsemen: homem que anda cavaloSteel: arma de ao, como uma espada

Estrofe 3:Swell: erguer-se, expandir-seForego: abandonarHewer: trabalhador braal Oak: carvalho Axe: machado

Estrofe 6:Hath: hasOer: overSwept (sweep): mover-se rapidamente sobre um lugar, apoderando-se dele Briton: britnico Steel array: um grande grupo de tropas armadas Tarletons charge of fire, and stout Cornwallis: comandantes das foras britnicas na Virgnia durante a Revoluo Americana.

Estrofe 9:Bondmen: slavesBidding: demanda, ordemBloodhound: co usado para rastrear pessoas ou objetos Summon: chamadoHorn: trompa, cornetaTear: destruirWretched: desgraado

Poema:Estrofe 1:The blastfrom Freedoms Northern hills, upon its Southern way,Bears greeting to Virginia from Massachusetts Bay:No word of haughty challenging, nor battle bugles peal,Nor steady tread of marching files, nor clang of horsemens steel,

Estrofe 3:We hear thy threats, Virginia! thy stormy words and highSwell harshly on the Southern winds which melt along our sky;10Yet not one brown, hard hand foregoes its honest labor here,No hewer of our mountain oaks suspends his axe in fear.

Estrofe 6:What means the Old Dominion? Hath she forgot the dayWhen oer her conquered valleys swept the Britons steel array?How, side by side with sons of hers, the Massachusetts menEncountered Tarletons charge of fire, and stout Cornwallis, then?

Estrofe 9:We hunt your bondmen, flying from Slaverys hateful hell;Our voices, at your bidding, take up the bloodhounds yell;We gather, at your summons, above our fathers graves.From Freedoms holy altar-horns to tear your wretched slaves!

James Russell Lowell(1819 1891)Biografia

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TO THE DANDELIONBy LowellVocabulrio:

1 Estrofe:Dandelion: dente-de-leo (flor)Fring: decorar, ornamentarPledge: sinalBlithesome: contente, felizPluck: arrancarBuccaneers: pirataSummer-blooms: flores que desabrocham no vero

2 Estrofe:Prow: proaPrimeval: primitivo, antigo, primordialLean: finoBrow: fronteLargess: ddivaScatter: difundir, disseminarLavish: que d em abundncia

93 estrofe: 6 Estrofe:Tropics: regio dos trpicos Prodigal: abundanteHeed: dar importncia Deem: julgarRavishment: xtase Scanty: poucoBurst: emergir Wondrous: fantstico, maravilhoso 4 estrofe:Meadow: pradoGraze: pastarSlumber: repousarWhiten: alvejarStray: vagante, errante

5 Estrofe:Robin: Tordo americano (pssaro)Piety: crenaUntainted: no-contaminada

PoemaDear common flower, that grow'st beside the way, Fringing the dusty road with harmless gold, First pledge of blithesome May, Which children pluck, and, full of pride, uphold, High-hearted buccaneers, o'er joyed that they An Eldorado in the grass have found, Which not the rich earth's ample round. May match in wealth--thou art more dear to me Than all the prouder summer-blooms may be.

Gold such as thine ne'er drew the Spanish prow Through the primeval hush of Indian seas, Nor wrinkled the lean brow Of age, to rob the lover's heart of ease; 'T is the Spring's largess, which she scatters now To rich and poor alike, with lavish hand, Though most hearts never understand To take it at God's value, but pass by The offered wealth with unrewarded eye.

Thou art my tropics and mine Italy; To look at thee unlocks a warmer clime; The eyes thou givest me Are in the heart, and heed not space or time: Not in mid June the golden-cuirassed bee Feels a more summer-like, warm ravishment In the white lily's breezy tent,His fragrant Sybaris, than I, when firstFrom the dark green thy yellow circles burst.

Then think I of deep shadows on the grass,Of meadows where in sun the cattle graze, Where, as the breezes pass, The gleaming rushes lean a thousand ways,Of leaves that slumber in a cloudy mass, Or whiten in the wind, of waters blue That from the distance sparkle through Some woodland gap, and of a sky above, Where one white cloud like a stray lamb doth move.

My childhood's earliest thoughts are linked with thee; The sight of thee calls back the robin's song, Who, from the dark old tree Beside the door, sang clearly all day long, And I, secure in childish piety, Listened as if I heard an angel sing With news from Heaven, which he could bring Fresh every day to my untainted ears, When birds and flowers and I were happy peers.

How like a prodigal doth nature seem, When thou, for all thy gold, so common art! Thou teachest me to deemMore sacredly of every human heart, Since each reflects in joy its scanty gleam Of Heaven, and could some wondrous secret show, Did we but pay the love we owe, And with a child's undoubting wisdom look On all these living pages of God's book.

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