The Living Authors of America: 1st serStringer and Townsend, 1850 - 365 頁 |
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... earth- quake it was all occasioned by the aristocracy , in refusing reform to the people ! Mr. Canning said there was a parallel case in the monomania of a young village painter , of whom he had read when a boy . He had succeeded in ...
... earth- quake it was all occasioned by the aristocracy , in refusing reform to the people ! Mr. Canning said there was a parallel case in the monomania of a young village painter , of whom he had read when a boy . He had succeeded in ...
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... earth - the air - the skies , To him are opening Paradise . " The true secret of delight lies in the antagonism of Human Nature . The artificial creates a love for the natural , its oppo- site ; just as men love women - strength loves ...
... earth - the air - the skies , To him are opening Paradise . " The true secret of delight lies in the antagonism of Human Nature . The artificial creates a love for the natural , its oppo- site ; just as men love women - strength loves ...
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... earth , forget this wrong , and canst thou , in charity with thy fellows , pray to Him who died for the race , in behalf of those who have injured thee ? ' " Antonio bowed his head on his naked breast , and he seemed to commune with his ...
... earth , forget this wrong , and canst thou , in charity with thy fellows , pray to Him who died for the race , in behalf of those who have injured thee ? ' " Antonio bowed his head on his naked breast , and he seemed to commune with his ...
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... earth must be the result when a brutal and maddened soldiery is let loose upon a defenceless town ? " While we are on this subject , the mention of Leigh Hunt's name reminds us of a singular anecdote he told us one day . It is well ...
... earth must be the result when a brutal and maddened soldiery is let loose upon a defenceless town ? " While we are on this subject , the mention of Leigh Hunt's name reminds us of a singular anecdote he told us one day . It is well ...
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... earth my Emma lay , And yet I loved her more , For so it seemed , than till that day I e'er had loved before . " And in another poem , how truly he touches the tenderest portion of the heart , when he says : " If there is one who need ...
... earth my Emma lay , And yet I loved her more , For so it seemed , than till that day I e'er had loved before . " And in another poem , how truly he touches the tenderest portion of the heart , when he says : " If there is one who need ...
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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.