The Living Authors of America: 1st serStringer and Townsend, 1850 - 365 頁 |
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... Thou speakest of another ! -thou art not then the criminal they seek ? ' " I am a sinner , like all born of woman , reverend Carmelite , but my hand hath never held any other weapon than the good sword with which I struck the infidel ...
... Thou speakest of another ! -thou art not then the criminal they seek ? ' " I am a sinner , like all born of woman , reverend Carmelite , but my hand hath never held any other weapon than the good sword with which I struck the infidel ...
第 33 頁
... thou wilt be more certain to escape hearing the confession of a Bravo , by listening to that of a fisherman , who has long wanted an occasion to acknow- ledge his sins . ' " Men who ardently wish the same result , require few words to ...
... thou wilt be more certain to escape hearing the confession of a Bravo , by listening to that of a fisherman , who has long wanted an occasion to acknow- ledge his sins . ' " Men who ardently wish the same result , require few words to ...
第 34 頁
... Thou knowest that to be forgiven thou must forgive . Dost thou , at peace with all of 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 ...
... Thou knowest that to be forgiven thou must forgive . Dost thou , at peace with all of 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 ...
第 35 頁
... thou seek'st has escaped . This aged man is a fisherman named Antonio , and one who cannot have gravely offended St. Mark . The Bravo hath passed towards the island of San Giorgio , and must be sought elsewhere . ' " The officer ...
... thou seek'st has escaped . This aged man is a fisherman named Antonio , and one who cannot have gravely offended St. Mark . The Bravo hath passed towards the island of San Giorgio , and must be sought elsewhere . ' " The officer ...
第 36 頁
... thou steerest wide ! ' " The beak of the gondola turned , and the glaring eye of the Bravo caught a glimpse of the fisherman's head . " Quickly , good Jacopo , -I fail ! ' " The murmuring of the water again drowned the stifled words ...
... thou steerest wide ! ' " The beak of the gondola turned , and the glaring eye of the Bravo caught a glimpse of the fisherman's head . " Quickly , good Jacopo , -I fail ! ' " The murmuring of the water again drowned the stifled words ...
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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.