The Living Authors of America: 1st serStringer and Townsend, 1850 - 365 頁 |
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... sound- ings . Probably this artistic error arose from that same over- weening national prejudice , which is so great a defect in Mr. Cooper's novels . Had he done justice to the capabilities and career of Paul Jones , he would of ...
... sound- ings . Probably this artistic error arose from that same over- weening national prejudice , which is so great a defect in Mr. Cooper's novels . Had he done justice to the capabilities and career of Paul Jones , he would of ...
第 29 頁
... sounds , but his faculties were too much obscured by terror to distinguish their object ; he , however , blindly yielded to the call , and gradually changed his direction , until his face was once more turned towards the vessel . The ...
... sounds , but his faculties were too much obscured by terror to distinguish their object ; he , however , blindly yielded to the call , and gradually changed his direction , until his face was once more turned towards the vessel . The ...
第 36 頁
... sound of the parted element was like the sighing of a breeze . Ripples and bubbles were left behind , as the driven scud floats past the stars , and all those muscles which had once before that day been so finely developed in the race ...
... sound of the parted element was like the sighing of a breeze . Ripples and bubbles were left behind , as the driven scud floats past the stars , and all those muscles which had once before that day been so finely developed in the race ...
第 41 頁
... sounds that had loaded the evening atmosphere . It seemed , in truth , to be a spot devoted to seclusion , and the sisters imbibed a soothing impression of increased security , as they gazed upon its romantic , though not unappalling ...
... sounds that had loaded the evening atmosphere . It seemed , in truth , to be a spot devoted to seclusion , and the sisters imbibed a soothing impression of increased security , as they gazed upon its romantic , though not unappalling ...
第 63 頁
... sound we do not like to apply to so true a man as our author . We doubt if any human being under the affliction predicated ever had his feelings modified by that thought . The root of grief is in the heart , and not in the mind . We use ...
... sound we do not like to apply to so true a man as our author . We doubt if any human being under the affliction predicated ever had his feelings modified by that thought . The root of grief is in the heart , and not in the mind . We use ...
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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.