The Living Authors of America: 1st serStringer and Townsend, 1850 - 365 стор. |
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... sure but that he very unnecessarily , if not offensively , forces this upon our atten- tion . We do not make this as a complaint against either of these distinguished writers , but merely point out the fact to the attention of our ...
... sure but that he very unnecessarily , if not offensively , forces this upon our atten- tion . We do not make this as a complaint against either of these distinguished writers , but merely point out the fact to the attention of our ...
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... sure we have negatived the criticism as readers . There is something to be sure in habit , which may perhaps make us like what at first was only endured ; but our feeling for Nathaniel Bumppo becomes in time an affection . This must ...
... sure we have negatived the criticism as readers . There is something to be sure in habit , which may perhaps make us like what at first was only endured ; but our feeling for Nathaniel Bumppo becomes in time an affection . This must ...
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... sure he knew all the rocks ? " Oh ! to be sure I do , " said Paddy . " I know every rock about ; that's a fact . " " You are the very man for me , " exclaimed the delighted captain , and forthwith engaged him to pilot the ship to her ...
... sure he knew all the rocks ? " Oh ! to be sure I do , " said Paddy . " I know every rock about ; that's a fact . " " You are the very man for me , " exclaimed the delighted captain , and forthwith engaged him to pilot the ship to her ...
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... sure , we cannot run and read it as we run , but it was not intended for a novel or a book of gossip . It is a serious attempt to pass his knowledge into the masses ; to give to the million who do not and will not think , the result of ...
... sure , we cannot run and read it as we run , but it was not intended for a novel or a book of gossip . It is a serious attempt to pass his knowledge into the masses ; to give to the million who do not and will not think , the result of ...
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... sure it would be an acceptable offering to the American public . " The useful arts ( says Emerson ) are but reproductions , or new combinations by the wit of man , of the same natural bene- factors . He no longer waits for favoring ...
... sure it would be an acceptable offering to the American public . " The useful arts ( says Emerson ) are but reproductions , or new combinations by the wit of man , of the same natural bene- factors . He no longer waits for favoring ...
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Сторінка 115 - TO HELEN. Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece And the grandeur that was Rome.
Сторінка 129 - 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.
Сторінка 84 - And marked the mild, angelic air, The rapture of repose that's there, The fixed yet tender traits that streak The languor of the placid cheek, And — but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires not, wins not, weeps not now, And but for that chill, changeless brow...
Сторінка 208 - THE groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the roof above them — ere he framed The lofty vault, to gather and roll back The sound of anthems ; in the darkling wood, Amid the cool and silence, he knelt down, And offered to the Mightiest solemn thanks And supplication.
Сторінка 126 - 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.
Сторінка 228 - AT midnight, in his guarded tent, The Turk was dreaming of the hour When Greece, her knee in suppliance bent, Should tremble at his power ; In dreams, through camp and court, he bore The trophies of a conqueror ; In dreams his song of triumph heard. Then wore his monarch's signet ring, Then pressed that monarch's throne — a King ; As wild his thoughts, and gay of wing, As Eden's garden bird.
Сторінка 231 - ... when she fears For him the joy of her young years, Thinks of thy fate, and checks her tears; And she, the mother of thy boys, Though in her eye and faded cheek Is read the grief she will not speak, The memory of her buried joys, And even she who gave thee birth, Will, by their pilgrim-circled hearth, Talk of thy doom without a sigh; For thou art Freedom's now, and Fame's: One of the few, the immortal names, That were not born to die.
Сторінка 127 - 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...
Сторінка 127 - But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we 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...
Сторінка 156 - Sound needed none, Nor any voice of joy; his spirit drank The spectacle: sensation, soul, and form, All melted into him; they swallowed up His animal being ; in them did he live, And by them did he live; they were his life. In such access of mind, in such high hour Of visitation from the living God, Thought was not; in enjoyment it expired.