Life and Letters of John Howard RaymondFords, Howard, & Hulbert, 1881 - 744 стор. |
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... brother . Then , all this long , weary , changeful , sad - and - merry " threescore years " on which we look back , my dear S. - the checkered scene of our pil- grimage , our all of memory and of life - was not , save as it lay dimly ...
... brother . Then , all this long , weary , changeful , sad - and - merry " threescore years " on which we look back , my dear S. - the checkered scene of our pil- grimage , our all of memory and of life - was not , save as it lay dimly ...
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... brother JOHN . VASSAR COLLEGE , March 17 , 1870 . MY DARLING DAUGHTER : Your letter did reach me on the 7th , and added a very peculiar gratification to the many which contributed to make the day happy . I am not at all sure that the ...
... brother JOHN . VASSAR COLLEGE , March 17 , 1870 . MY DARLING DAUGHTER : Your letter did reach me on the 7th , and added a very peculiar gratification to the many which contributed to make the day happy . I am not at all sure that the ...
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... brother , J. H. RAYMOND . TO A DAUGHTER . VASSAR COLLEGE , Dec. 18 , 1870 . MY DARLING CHILD : Your letters are like cold water to a thirsty soul . It is an inexpressible comfort to know how much you find that is congenial and ...
... brother , J. H. RAYMOND . TO A DAUGHTER . VASSAR COLLEGE , Dec. 18 , 1870 . MY DARLING CHILD : Your letters are like cold water to a thirsty soul . It is an inexpressible comfort to know how much you find that is congenial and ...
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... BROTHER AND SISTER : Your melancholy intelligence has just reached us . But oh , how much of mercy is mingled in this bitter cup ? To him , our dear sainted father , whom it seems now that I never revered and loved enough , is it not ...
... BROTHER AND SISTER : Your melancholy intelligence has just reached us . But oh , how much of mercy is mingled in this bitter cup ? To him , our dear sainted father , whom it seems now that I never revered and loved enough , is it not ...
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... brother and sister , and the devoted care and sympathy of the brother and sister older than himself . For fifty - four years after the mother's death the fraternal band remained unbroken , knit together by ties of uncommon intimacy ...
... brother and sister , and the devoted care and sympathy of the brother and sister older than himself . For fifty - four years after the mother's death the fraternal band remained unbroken , knit together by ties of uncommon intimacy ...
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Сторінка 345 - 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 the sepulchre there by the sea, In her tomb by the sounding sea.
Сторінка 206 - 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.
Сторінка 371 - And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me— filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, "* Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door, Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door: This it is and nothing more.
Сторінка 310 - THE skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crisped and sere, The leaves they were withering and sere; It was night in the lonesome October Of my most immemorial year ; It was hard by the dim lake of Auber, In the misty mid region of Weir: It was down by the dank tarn of Auber, In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.
Сторінка 344 - 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 715 - Ye are the light of the world. A city that is set on a hill cannot be hid. Neither do men light a candle, and put it under a bushel, but on a candlestick; and it giveth light unto [277] all that are in the house. Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father which is in heaven.
Сторінка 175 - My mother - my own mother, who died early, Was but the mother of myself; but you Are mother to the one I loved so dearly. And thus are dearer than the mother I knew By that infinity with which my wife Was dearer to my soul than its soul-life.
Сторінка 264 - I offer this Book of Truths, not in its character of Truth-Teller, but for the Beauty that abounds in its Truth; constituting it true. To these I present the composition as an Art-Product alone : - let us say as a Romance; or, if I be not urging too lofty a claim, as a Poem. What I here propound is true : - therefore it cannot die : or if by any means it be now trodden down so that it die, it will 'rise again to the Life Everlasting'.
Сторінка 344 - 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. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a...
Сторінка 228 - In defence of my own taste, nevertheless, it is incumbent upon me to say, that I think nothing in this volume of much value to the public or very creditable to myself. Events not to be controlled have prevented me from making, at any time, any serious effort in what, under happier circumstances, would have been the held of my choice.