The Ridpath Library of Universal Literature: A Biographical and Bibliographical Summary of the World's Most Eminent Authors, Including the Choicest Extracts and Masterpieces from Their Writings, Том 18Avil Printing Company, 1903 |
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... head , Faultless , immortal - till they change or die . Love not , love not ! SPRING . The Spring is come again ! the breath of May Creeps whisperingly where brightest flowers have birth , And the young sun beams forth with redder ray ...
... head , Faultless , immortal - till they change or die . Love not , love not ! SPRING . The Spring is come again ! the breath of May Creeps whisperingly where brightest flowers have birth , And the young sun beams forth with redder ray ...
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... head on his charger's neck : " O steed , that every nerve did strain , Dear steed , our ride hath been in vain To the halls where my love lay dying ! " NORTON , CHARLES ELIOT , an American clas- sical scholar 18 CAROLINE ELIZABETH SARAH ...
... head on his charger's neck : " O steed , that every nerve did strain , Dear steed , our ride hath been in vain To the halls where my love lay dying ! " NORTON , CHARLES ELIOT , an American clas- sical scholar 18 CAROLINE ELIZABETH SARAH ...
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... heads without hands , these are hands without heads . The third stage is for the Artist , who can be at once Implement and Genius . He finds that primitive sepa- ration in the absolute Philosophical Activities is a deep- lying 22 22 ...
... heads without hands , these are hands without heads . The third stage is for the Artist , who can be at once Implement and Genius . He finds that primitive sepa- ration in the absolute Philosophical Activities is a deep- lying 22 22 ...
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... head down upon his shoulder and tickled the lobe of her little , cunning ear with the end of his mustache , " I love not thy dollars , but thee alone . Also else- where . If thou doubtest me , give thy wealth 26 EDGAR WILSON NYE.
... head down upon his shoulder and tickled the lobe of her little , cunning ear with the end of his mustache , " I love not thy dollars , but thee alone . Also else- where . If thou doubtest me , give thy wealth 26 EDGAR WILSON NYE.
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... head with a rock . Folding her warm , round arms about his neck , she sobbed with joy and gave her entire fortune to her daughter . Mr. Whisk then married the daughter , and went on about his business . I sometimes think that , at the ...
... head with a rock . Folding her warm , round arms about his neck , she sobbed with joy and gave her entire fortune to her daughter . Mr. Whisk then married the daughter , and went on about his business . I sometimes think that , at the ...
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Страница 447 - ... prophet still, if bird or devil ! Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted, On this home by horror haunted, — tell me truly, I implore, Is there — is there balm in Gilead? tell me — tell me, I implore !
Страница 439 - Hear the sledges with the bells Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Страница 476 - Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees; Lives through all life, extends through all extent; Spreads undivided, operates unspent! Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart; As full, as perfect in vile man that mourns, As the rapt seraph that adores and burns: To him no high, no low, no great, no small; He fills, He bounds, connects, and equals all.
Страница 472 - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends ; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride Might hide her faults, if Belles had faults to hide : If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all.
Страница 443 - Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, "Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore ; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door: — Darkness there and nothing more.
Страница 447 - And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming' And the lamplight 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!
Страница 237 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Страница 449 - ... an utter depression of soul which I can compare to no earthly sensation more properly than to the after-dream of the reveller upon opium, the bitter lapse into everyday life, the hideous dropping off of the veil.
Страница 477 - Aonian maids, Delight no more — O thou my voice inspire Who touch'd Isaiah's hallow'd lips with fire ! Rapt into future times, the Bard begun : A Virgin shall conceive, a Virgin bear a Son...
Страница 449 - It was a mystery all insoluble ; nor could I grapple with the shadowy fancies that crowded upon me as I pondered.