A Manual of American Literature: Designed for the Use of Schools of Advanced GradesCowperthwait, 1872 - 364 стор. |
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... gaze ever upward and around , to see if the Judge of the World comes not ! Thus in Nature herself , without man , there lies a waiting and hoping , a looking and yearning , after an unknown somewhat . Yes ; when , above there , where ...
... gaze ever upward and around , to see if the Judge of the World comes not ! Thus in Nature herself , without man , there lies a waiting and hoping , a looking and yearning , after an unknown somewhat . Yes ; when , above there , where ...
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... morning that darkens as we gaze ! Oh breath of summer blossoms that on the restless air Scatters a moment's sweetness and flies we know not where ! • I grieve for life's bright promise , just shown BRYANT . 79 WAITING BY THE GATE.
... morning that darkens as we gaze ! Oh breath of summer blossoms that on the restless air Scatters a moment's sweetness and flies we know not where ! • I grieve for life's bright promise , just shown BRYANT . 79 WAITING BY THE GATE.
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... gaze beyond ; The traveler owns the grateful sense Of sweetness near , he knows not whence , And , pausing , takes with forehead bare The benediction of the air . 103 1867 appeared The Tent on the Beach , and Other Poems . ( the main ...
... gaze beyond ; The traveler owns the grateful sense Of sweetness near , he knows not whence , And , pausing , takes with forehead bare The benediction of the air . 103 1867 appeared The Tent on the Beach , and Other Poems . ( the main ...
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... gaze upon them as they melt away , And fondly would we bid them linger yet , But Hope is round us with her angel lay , Hailing afar some happier moonlight hour ; Dear are her whispers still , though lost their early power . In youth the ...
... gaze upon them as they melt away , And fondly would we bid them linger yet , But Hope is round us with her angel lay , Hailing afar some happier moonlight hour ; Dear are her whispers still , though lost their early power . In youth the ...
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... gaze Ached with its deadly stillness . * * * * * * And , softly , o'er the Sea of Galilee , It was night-- Danced the breeze - ridden ripples to the shore , Tipp'd with the silver sparkles of the moon . The breaking waves play'd low ...
... gaze Ached with its deadly stillness . * * * * * * And , softly , o'er the Sea of Galilee , It was night-- Danced the breeze - ridden ripples to the shore , Tipp'd with the silver sparkles of the moon . The breaking waves play'd low ...
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Сторінка 147 - 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.
Сторінка 99 - So all night long the storm roared on : The morning broke without a sun ; In tiny spherule traced with lines Of Nature's geometric signs, In starry flake, and pellicle, All day the hoary meteor fell ; And, when the second morning shone, We looked upon a world unknown, On nothing we could call our own. Around the glistening wonder bent The blue walls of the firmament, No cloud above, no earth below, — A universe of sky and snow...
Сторінка 257 - The very character of the people seemed changed. There was a busy, bustling, disputatious tone about it, instead of the accustomed phlegm and drowsy tranquillity. He looked in vain for the sage Nicholas Vedder, with his broad face, double chin, and fair long pipe, uttering clouds of tobacco smoke instead of idle speeches; or Van Bummel, the schoolmaster, doling forth the contents of an ancient newspaper.
Сторінка 39 - SPAKE full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers so blue and golden. Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine.
Сторінка 149 - 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!
Сторінка 255 - The very village was altered; it was larger and more populous. There were rows of houses which he had never seen before, and those which had been his familiar haunts had disappeared. Strange names were over the doors, strange faces at the windows — everything was strange.
Сторінка 55 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair!
Сторінка 256 - He recognized on the sign, however, the ruby face of King George, under which he had smoked so many a peaceful pipe; but even this was singularly metamorphosed. The red coat was changed for one of blue and buff, a sword was held in the hand instead of a sceptre, the head was decorated with a cocked hat, and underneath was painted in large characters, GENERAL WASHINGTON.
Сторінка 43 - Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers. Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the wayside, Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses! Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows.
Сторінка 153 - That close the pestilence are broke, And crowded cities wail its stroke; Come in consumption's ghastly form, The earthquake shock, the ocean storm; Come when the heart beats high and warm With banquet song, and dance, and wine: And thou art terrible — the tear. The groan, the knell, the pall, the bier, And all we know, or dream, or fear Of asronv are thine.