Cyclopaedia of American Literature: Embracing Personal and Critical Notices of Authors, and Selections from Their Writings. From the Earliest Period to the Present Day; with Portraits, Autographs, and Other Illustrations, Том 2,Део 2C. Scribner, 1855 |
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... sound . The martin scolding at the wren , Which sharply answers back again , Till across the angry song Strains of laughter run along . Now leaps the bow , with airy bound , Like dancer springing from the ground , And now like autumn ...
... sound . The martin scolding at the wren , Which sharply answers back again , Till across the angry song Strains of laughter run along . Now leaps the bow , with airy bound , Like dancer springing from the ground , And now like autumn ...
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... sounds and visions of the past - their deep , Wild beauty has departed from the Earth , And they are gathered to the embrace of Death , Their solenın herald to Eternity . Nor have they gone alone . High human hearts Of Passion have gone ...
... sounds and visions of the past - their deep , Wild beauty has departed from the Earth , And they are gathered to the embrace of Death , Their solenın herald to Eternity . Nor have they gone alone . High human hearts Of Passion have gone ...
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... sounds of earth and air , When the fierce Tempest , with sonorous wing , Heaves his deep folds upon the rushing winds , And hurries onward with his night of clouds Against the eternal mountains . " Tis the voice Of infant FREEDOM - and ...
... sounds of earth and air , When the fierce Tempest , with sonorous wing , Heaves his deep folds upon the rushing winds , And hurries onward with his night of clouds Against the eternal mountains . " Tis the voice Of infant FREEDOM - and ...
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... sound policy to have annoyed them with fruitless exhortations , and threatened them with excommunication , when they would have laughed at the brutum fulmen ? Was it not better to humor them a little , so as to make good grow out of ...
... sound policy to have annoyed them with fruitless exhortations , and threatened them with excommunication , when they would have laughed at the brutum fulmen ? Was it not better to humor them a little , so as to make good grow out of ...
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... sounds from which I was escaping ; but the janizary followed close at my heels , and , lay- ing his hand upon my arin , hauled me back to the governor . If I had consulted merely the impulse of feeling , I should have consigned him ...
... sounds from which I was escaping ; but the janizary followed close at my heels , and , lay- ing his hand upon my arin , hauled me back to the governor . If I had consulted merely the impulse of feeling , I should have consigned him ...
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Страница 526 - 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 527 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light 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 527 - Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore, Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never— nevermore.
Страница 439 - Honor charmed the air; And all astir looked kind on her, And called her good as fair — For all God ever gave to her She kept with chary care. She kept with care her beauties rare From lovers warm and true, — For her heart was cold to all but gold, And the rich came not to woo — But honored well are charms to sell If priests the selling do.
Страница 499 - ... in the streets of Boston. The sun was near setting when the march commenced. The roll of the drum, at that unquiet crisis, seemed to go through the streets, less as the martial music of the soldiers, than as a muster-call to the inhabitants themselves.
Страница 443 - In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife!
Страница 506 - In their bloom, And the names he loved to hear Have been carved for many a year On the tomb.
Страница 526 - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and. curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " "Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.
Страница 527 - Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
Страница 446 - Taught in the school of patience to endure The life of anguish and the death of fire. All their lives long, with the unleavened bread And bitter herbs of exile and its fears, The wasting famine of the heart they fed, And slaked its thirst with marah of their tears.