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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... took pen in hand and wrote off the first chapter of Hobomok . Her brother's commendation encouraged her to pro- ceed , and in six weeks the story was completed . In the following year she published The Rebels , a tale of the Revolution ...
... took pen in hand and wrote off the first chapter of Hobomok . Her brother's commendation encouraged her to pro- ceed , and in six weeks the story was completed . In the following year she published The Rebels , a tale of the Revolution ...
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... took the name of the Church of the Advent . Morning and evening prayer was henceforward continued every day of the year . In conducting divine service , the rector , during the mutual acts of prayer and praise turned in the same ...
... took the name of the Church of the Advent . Morning and evening prayer was henceforward continued every day of the year . In conducting divine service , the rector , during the mutual acts of prayer and praise turned in the same ...
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... took his hand , and offered the " commendatory prayer for a sick person at the point of departure , " provided by the Book of Common - Prayer . " As the word , amen , was pronounced by the venerable priest , the last breath was ...
... took his hand , and offered the " commendatory prayer for a sick person at the point of departure , " provided by the Book of Common - Prayer . " As the word , amen , was pronounced by the venerable priest , the last breath was ...
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... took Through the wide circuit of created things , Thou art the living proof the bard sings true . Nature is full of thee : On every shore , ' Neath the hot sky of Congo's dusky child , From warm Peru to iey Labrador , The world's free ...
... took Through the wide circuit of created things , Thou art the living proof the bard sings true . Nature is full of thee : On every shore , ' Neath the hot sky of Congo's dusky child , From warm Peru to iey Labrador , The world's free ...
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... took her hand . He kissed it , eagerly , ear nestly , and enthusiastically . She blushed and turned away her face in graceful confusion . " Rose ! " " Dear , dear cousin ! " - " I have made up my mind . " " Charles ! - " " To - morrow ...
... took her hand . He kissed it , eagerly , ear nestly , and enthusiastically . She blushed and turned away her face in graceful confusion . " Rose ! " " Dear , dear cousin ! " - " I have made up my mind . " " Charles ! - " " To - morrow ...
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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.