Four Famous American Writers: Washington Irving, Edgar Allan Poe, James Russell Lowell, Bayard Taylor; a Book for Young AmericansWerner School Book Company, 1899 - 256 страница |
Из књиге
Резултати 1-5 од 26
Страница 14
... eyes would I gaze after their lessening sails , and waft myself in imagination to the ends of the earth ! " CHAPTER II IRVING'S FIRST VOYAGE UP THE HUDSON RIVER Irving's first literary composition seems to have been a play written when ...
... eyes would I gaze after their lessening sails , and waft myself in imagination to the ends of the earth ! " CHAPTER II IRVING'S FIRST VOYAGE UP THE HUDSON RIVER Irving's first literary composition seems to have been a play written when ...
Страница 33
... eyes of their High Mightinesses , the Lords States General , and also of the honorable East India Company . He was a short , square , brawny old gentleman , with a double chin , a mastiff mouth , and a broad copper nose , which was ...
... eyes of their High Mightinesses , the Lords States General , and also of the honorable East India Company . He was a short , square , brawny old gentleman , with a double chin , a mastiff mouth , and a broad copper nose , which was ...
Страница 36
... eyes for a moment , with the air of a man who had just caught a subtle idea by the tail , he slowly took his pipe from his mouth , puffed forth a column of tobacco smoke , and with marvelous gravity and solemnity pronounced , that ...
... eyes for a moment , with the air of a man who had just caught a subtle idea by the tail , he slowly took his pipe from his mouth , puffed forth a column of tobacco smoke , and with marvelous gravity and solemnity pronounced , that ...
Страница 49
... eyes ; the face of another seemed to consist entirely of nose , and was sur- mounted by a white sugar - loaf hat , set off with a little red cock's tail . They all had beards of various shapes and colors . There was one who seemed to be ...
... eyes ; the face of another seemed to consist entirely of nose , and was sur- mounted by a white sugar - loaf hat , set off with a little red cock's tail . They all had beards of various shapes and colors . There was one who seemed to be ...
Страница 58
... new acquaintance assumed a dignity in my eyes . It was emblematic of the fortunes of the place , and befitted the progeny of a ruin . " Accompanied by Mateo , the travelers pass on to " the great vestibule , or porch of the gate 58.
... new acquaintance assumed a dignity in my eyes . It was emblematic of the fortunes of the place , and befitted the progeny of a ruin . " Accompanied by Mateo , the travelers pass on to " the great vestibule , or porch of the gate 58.
Друга издања - Прикажи све
Чести термини и фразе
afterward Alhambra American amusing Annabel Lee Baltimore Barnaby Rudge Bayard Taylor beautiful became began bells Biglow Papers Boston Broadway Journal brother Bryant called CHAPTER Clemm criticism David Poe death delight Dickens dollars EDGAR ALLAN POE editor Elmwood English eyes famous father feel felt Gold-Bug Graham's Magazine happy heart imitating music Irving's James Russell Lowell Knickerbocker later learned letter literary lived Longfellow look Lowell's magazine married mind mother Murders nature never Nevermore night once Parson Wilbur Poe wrote Poe's poem poet poetic poetry principles published Raven rhyme Rip Van Winkle Robinson he Sez says seemed sent Sleepy Hollow soon sorrow sort stanza strange sweet syllables tell thing thought tion took verse Virginia volume vote fer Washington Irving wife window wonderful words writing written York young
Популарни одломци
Страница 117 - thing of evil — prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us, by that God we both adore, Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore: Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore!
Страница 104 - Of many far wiser than we ; And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE. For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE ; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE. And so, all the night-tide I lie down by the side Of my darling, my darling, my life, and my bride, In her sepulchre there by the sea, In her tomb by the sounding...
Страница 103 - It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee ; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love, I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me.
Страница 123 - 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 182 - And still fluttered down the snow. I stood and watched by the window The noiseless work of the sky, And the sudden flurries of snow-birds, Like brown leaves whirling by.
Страница 183 - OVER his keys the musing organist, Beginning doubtfully and far away, First lets his fingers wander as they list, And builds a bridge from Dreamland for his lay : Then, as the touch of his loved instrument Gives hope and fervor, nearer draws his theme, First guessed by faint auroral flushes sent Along the wavering vista of his dream.
Страница 185 - Now the heart is so full that a drop overfills it, We are happy now because God wills it...
Страница 49 - ... odd-looking personages playing at nine-pins. They were dressed in a quaint outlandish fashion; some wore short doublets, others jerkins, with long knives in their belts, and most of them had enormous breeches, of similar style with that of the guide's.
Страница 93 - From childhood's hour I have not been As others were — I have not seen As others saw — I could not bring My passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone; And all I lov'd, I lov'd alone.
Страница 184 - And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays: Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten ; Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...