The Living Authors of America: 1st serStringer and Townsend, 1850 - 365 頁 |
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... rest of the figure , unworthy of his elaboration ! A very slight defect spoils the general effect , and the masses are more moved by the tout - ensemble than by the surprising finish of any individual part . The coherency of a book is ...
... rest of the figure , unworthy of his elaboration ! A very slight defect spoils the general effect , and the masses are more moved by the tout - ensemble than by the surprising finish of any individual part . The coherency of a book is ...
第 26 頁
... rest with praiseworthy and smiling composure . There are so many stirring scenes in this novel that it carries the reader through without much effort ; but , after the excite- ment of the first perusal is over , we cannot help noticing ...
... rest with praiseworthy and smiling composure . There are so many stirring scenes in this novel that it carries the reader through without much effort ; but , after the excite- ment of the first perusal is over , we cannot help noticing ...
第 29 頁
... rest of us ; when the death - watch is called , none can skulk from the muster . ' “ I can swim , ' Dillon continued , rushing , with frantic eagerness , to the side of the wreck . Is there no billet of wood , no rope , that I can take ...
... rest of us ; when the death - watch is called , none can skulk from the muster . ' “ I can swim , ' Dillon continued , rushing , with frantic eagerness , to the side of the wreck . Is there no billet of wood , no rope , that I can take ...
第 31 頁
... rest . " Antonio witnessed this movement in silent curiosity ; but when he saw the gondoliers of the state lying on their oars , he glanced his eye again furtively in the direction of Jacopo , saw that all was safe , and faced his ...
... rest . " Antonio witnessed this movement in silent curiosity ; but when he saw the gondoliers of the state lying on their oars , he glanced his eye again furtively in the direction of Jacopo , saw that all was safe , and faced his ...
第 38 頁
... to convict us before the world . Is there one of those whose eyes may rest on these pages who cannot bear testimony to the truth of this sketch ? It is to this early dream of forest wanderings that in after 38 COOPER . JAMES FENIMORE.
... to convict us before the world . Is there one of those whose eyes may rest on these pages who cannot bear testimony to the truth of this sketch ? It is to this early dream of forest wanderings that in after 38 COOPER . JAMES FENIMORE.
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第 127 頁 - The angels, not half so happy in Heaven, Went envying her and me Yes! that was the reason (as all men know. In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night. Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
第 114 頁 - TO HELEN. Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece And the grandeur that was Rome.
第 208 頁 - THE groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the roof above them — ere he framed The lofty vault, to gather and roll back The sound of anthems ; in the darkling wood, Amid the cool and silence, he knelt down, And offered to the Mightiest solemn thanks And supplication.
第 84 頁 - And marked the mild, angelic air, The rapture of repose that's there, The fixed yet tender traits that streak The languor of the placid cheek, And — but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires not, wins not, weeps not now, And but for that chill, changeless brow...
第 129 頁 - That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door; Darkness there and nothing more.
第 194 頁 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his drooped head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder shower ; and now The arena swims around him : he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won.
第 126 頁 - It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee ; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.
第 127 頁 - For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee...
第 159 頁 - The village smithy stands ; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands ; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
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.