The Living Authors of America: 1st ser |
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第 1 到 5 筆結果，共 66 筆
第 12 頁
In many of Bulwer ' s novels we cannot shake off the feeling that the whole is
theatrical : we acknowledge the picture , but we see it by the light of the footlamps
. It is very good , certainly , but it is not life . We cannot do better than illustrate this
...
In many of Bulwer ' s novels we cannot shake off the feeling that the whole is
theatrical : we acknowledge the picture , but we see it by the light of the footlamps
. It is very good , certainly , but it is not life . We cannot do better than illustrate this
...
第 36 頁
Energy and skill were in every stroke , and the dark spot came down the streak of
light , like the swallow touching the water with its wing . “ Hither , Jacopo _ thou
steerest wide ! “ The beak of the gondola turned , and the glaring eye of the Bravo
...
Energy and skill were in every stroke , and the dark spot came down the streak of
light , like the swallow touching the water with its wing . “ Hither , Jacopo _ thou
steerest wide ! “ The beak of the gondola turned , and the glaring eye of the Bravo
...
第 41 頁
For many minutes the struggle between the light bubble in which they floated ,
and the swift current , was severe and doubtful . Forbidden to stir even a hand ,
and almost afraid to breathe , lest they should expose the frail fabric to the fury of
the ...
For many minutes the struggle between the light bubble in which they floated ,
and the swift current , was severe and doubtful . Forbidden to stir even a hand ,
and almost afraid to breathe , lest they should expose the frail fabric to the fury of
the ...
第 58 頁
And now a mist of light Grows stronger in my sight , Shaping itself into a form
most dear . Features I deemed had gone Once more I gaze upon , My child — my
buried child — I know that you are here . " In subjects partaking of a more artificial
...
And now a mist of light Grows stronger in my sight , Shaping itself into a form
most dear . Features I deemed had gone Once more I gaze upon , My child — my
buried child — I know that you are here . " In subjects partaking of a more artificial
...
第 59 頁
Insect lover of the sun , Joy of thy dominion ; Sailor of the atmosphere ; Swimmer
thro ' the waves of air ; Voyager of light and noon , Epicurean of June : Wait , I
prithee , till I come Within earshot of thy hum , All without is martyrdom . When the
...
Insect lover of the sun , Joy of thy dominion ; Sailor of the atmosphere ; Swimmer
thro ' the waves of air ; Voyager of light and noon , Epicurean of June : Wait , I
prithee , till I come Within earshot of thy hum , All without is martyrdom . When the
...
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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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