The Living Authors of America: 1st ser |
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第 28 頁
The old seaman paused , and turning his eyes , which exhibited a mingled
expression of disgust and compassion , on his companion , he added , with
reverence , — Had you thought more of him in fair weather , your case would be
less to be ...
The old seaman paused , and turning his eyes , which exhibited a mingled
expression of disgust and compassion , on his companion , he added , with
reverence , — Had you thought more of him in fair weather , your case would be
less to be ...
第 60 頁
Wiser far than human seer , Yellow - breeched philosopher , Seeing only what is
fair , Sipping only what is sweet , Thou dost mock at fate and care , Leave the
chaff , and take the wheat ; When the fierce northwestern blast Cools sea and
land ...
Wiser far than human seer , Yellow - breeched philosopher , Seeing only what is
fair , Sipping only what is sweet , Thou dost mock at fate and care , Leave the
chaff , and take the wheat ; When the fierce northwestern blast Cools sea and
land ...
第 84 頁
... Where " cold obstruction ' s ' apathy Appals the gazing mourner ' s heart , As if
to him it would impart The doom he dreads yet dwells upon ,Some moments , aye
, a treacherous hour , He still might doubt the tyrant ' s power , So fair , so calm ...
... Where " cold obstruction ' s ' apathy Appals the gazing mourner ' s heart , As if
to him it would impart The doom he dreads yet dwells upon ,Some moments , aye
, a treacherous hour , He still might doubt the tyrant ' s power , So fair , so calm ...
第 86 頁
Fair were his locks : his snowy teeth divided A bow of love , drawn with a scarlet
thread . His cheek was like the moist heart of the rose , And but for nostrils of that
breathing fire That turns the lion back , and limbs as lithe As is the velvet muscle ...
Fair were his locks : his snowy teeth divided A bow of love , drawn with a scarlet
thread . His cheek was like the moist heart of the rose , And but for nostrils of that
breathing fire That turns the lion back , and limbs as lithe As is the velvet muscle ...
第 102 頁
A bite , a bite , Sir Edward , ” was the fascinating ejaculation of the fair angler .
With that presence of mind so eminently characteristic of the beautiful part of
creation , she pulled the rod from the water , and there , sure enough , was a
monstrous ...
A bite , a bite , Sir Edward , ” was the fascinating ejaculation of the fair angler .
With that presence of mind so eminently characteristic of the beautiful part of
creation , she pulled the rod from the water , and there , sure enough , was a
monstrous ...
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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.
書目資訊
| 書名 | The Living Authors of America: 1st ser The Living Authors of America: 1st Series第 1 卷, Thomas Powell |
| 作者 | Thomas Powell |
| 出版者 | Stringer and Townsend, 1850 |
| 來源： | 紐約市立圖書館 |
| 已數位化 | 2007年6月15日 |
| 頁數 | 365 頁 |
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