The Living Authors of America: 1st serStringer and Townsend, 1850 - 365 頁 |
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... , but it by no means follows , because he has not succeeded equally well in these new phases , that he could not have done so . His Indian Romances are numerous ; his foreign ones are isolated efforts 14 COOPER . JAMES FENIMORE.
... , but it by no means follows , because he has not succeeded equally well in these new phases , that he could not have done so . His Indian Romances are numerous ; his foreign ones are isolated efforts 14 COOPER . JAMES FENIMORE.
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... mean this in its broad Shakspearian sense , admitting that there is a racy , quiet shrewdness in many of the remarks of Natty Bumppo , which supplies the place . The character of that simple - minded hunter is certainly the greatest ...
... mean this in its broad Shakspearian sense , admitting that there is a racy , quiet shrewdness in many of the remarks of Natty Bumppo , which supplies the place . The character of that simple - minded hunter is certainly the greatest ...
第 33 頁
... mean- ing of his companion , and throwing back his cowl , a movement that exposed the countenance of Father Anselmo , he prepared to listen to the confession of the old man . 666 Thou art a Christian , and one of thy years hath not to ...
... mean- ing of his companion , and throwing back his cowl , a movement that exposed the countenance of Father Anselmo , he prepared to listen to the confession of the old man . 666 Thou art a Christian , and one of thy years hath not to ...
第 40 頁
... means one of his best " bits of painting ; " still it has all the characteristics of his style , and we present it , being the first that comes to hand . " The river was confined between high and cragged rocks 40 JAMES FENIMORE COOPER .
... means one of his best " bits of painting ; " still it has all the characteristics of his style , and we present it , being the first that comes to hand . " The river was confined between high and cragged rocks 40 JAMES FENIMORE COOPER .
第 49 頁
... mean this disparagingly to his character as a good and true republican , but to show our opinion of his greater breadth and depth of appreciation than is generally met with in American authors . Mr. Emerson's fame is a curious compound ...
... mean this disparagingly to his character as a good and true republican , but to show our opinion of his greater breadth and depth of appreciation than is generally met with in American authors . Mr. Emerson's fame is a curious compound ...
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第 115 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 129 頁 - But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door; Darkness there and nothing more.
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 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 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 228 頁 - AT midnight, in his guarded tent, The Turk was dreaming of the hour When Greece, her knee in suppliance bent, Should tremble at his power ; In dreams, through camp and court, he bore The trophies of a conqueror ; In dreams his song of triumph heard. Then wore his monarch's signet ring, Then pressed that monarch's throne — a King ; As wild his thoughts, and gay of wing, As Eden's garden bird.
第 231 頁 - ... when she fears For him the joy of her young years, Thinks of thy fate, and checks her tears; And she, the mother of thy boys, Though in her eye and faded cheek Is read the grief she will not speak, The memory of her buried joys, And even she who gave thee birth, Will, by their pilgrim-circled hearth, Talk of thy doom without a sigh; For thou art Freedom's now, and Fame's: One of the few, the immortal names, That were not born to die.
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 127 頁 - But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we Of many far wiser than we And neither the angels in Heaven above Nor the demons down under the sea Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee...
第 156 頁 - Sound needed none, Nor any voice of joy; his spirit drank The spectacle: sensation, soul, and form, All melted into him; they swallowed up His animal being ; in them did he live, And by them did he live; they were his life. In such access of mind, in such high hour Of visitation from the living God, Thought was not; in enjoyment it expired.