The Living Authors of America: 1st serStringer and Townsend, 1850 - 365 頁 |
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第 11 頁
... difference , as the space was much smaller . The artist now buried himself in the profoundest reverie ; while he stood thus lost in abstraction , the squire said to himself , " Ah ! now we shall have a subject worthy of Sal- vator Rosa ...
... difference , as the space was much smaller . The artist now buried himself in the profoundest reverie ; while he stood thus lost in abstraction , the squire said to himself , " Ah ! now we shall have a subject worthy of Sal- vator Rosa ...
第 12 頁
... difference between them . This called up our critic , who said he would endeavor to describe the difference . " Let us select , " said he , " the cele- brated tent scene of Richard the Third : it is , of all others , that in which the ...
... difference between them . This called up our critic , who said he would endeavor to describe the difference . " Let us select , " said he , " the cele- brated tent scene of Richard the Third : it is , of all others , that in which the ...
第 16 頁
... difference of stature . The real dramatist will so apportion the incidents that the critical eye will at once recognise their affinity to each other , and the necessity for the existence of each , with as much logical readiness as the ...
... difference of stature . The real dramatist will so apportion the incidents that the critical eye will at once recognise their affinity to each other , and the necessity for the existence of each , with as much logical readiness as the ...
第 27 頁
... difference between a pas- sion and a monomania lies in the pursuit of the object , and the overvaluing of it .. In one sense every passion may be termed a ́ monomania , but , though the line of demarcation varies in dif- ferent ...
... difference between a pas- sion and a monomania lies in the pursuit of the object , and the overvaluing of it .. In one sense every passion may be termed a ́ monomania , but , though the line of demarcation varies in dif- ferent ...
第 43 頁
... difference very wide ; being no less than between action and narration . The dramatist includes the novelist and the romancist . The latter may eke out his short- comings by description , as a man in an equivocal position may explain ...
... difference very wide ; being no less than between action and narration . The dramatist includes the novelist and the romancist . The latter may eke out his short- comings by description , as a man in an equivocal position may explain ...
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第 163 頁 - are beating Funeral marches to the grave. ***** " Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time! " Footprints! that perhaps another, Sailing o'er Life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing shall take heart again!
第 128 頁 - 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.
第 197 頁 - visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
第 357 頁 - His soul was like a star, and dwelt apart! He had a voice whose sound was like the sea, Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free ; So did he travel on life's common way, In cheerful godliness, and yet his heart The lowliest duties on itself did lay
第 220 頁 - eye serene The very pulse of the machine; A being breathing thoughtful breath, A traveller between life and death; The reason firm, the temperate will, Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill; A perfect woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command: And yet a spirit still, and bright With something of angelic light.
第 230 頁 - His few surviving comrades saw His smile when rang their proud hurrah, And the red field was won: Then saw in death his eyelids close, Calmly, as to a night's repose, Like flowers at set of sun. Bozzaris! with the storied brave, Greece mustered in her glory's time, Rest thee; there is no prouder grave,
第 164 頁 - There is a reaper whose name is Death, And with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded gram at a breath, And the flowers that grow between. * * * * " He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves, It was for the Lord of Paradise' He bound them in his sheaves.
第 156 頁 - Of visitation from the living God, Thought was not, in enjoyment it expired; No thanks he breathed, he proffered no request. Rapt into still communion that transcends The imperfect offices of prayer and praise, His mind was a thanksgiving to the power That made him—it was blessedness and love.
第 130 頁 - Not the least obeisance made he; Not an instant stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, Perched above my chamber door— Perched upon a bust of Pallas Just above my chamber door— Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
第 160 頁 - Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought, Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought.