The Living Authors of America: 1st ser |
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Mark , too , how wonderfully the pride and restlessness of the man are shown in
the creations of his fancy . The family likeness is too strong to admit of a doubt .
As we have remarked before , this does not invariably ignore the existence of ...
Mark , too , how wonderfully the pride and restlessness of the man are shown in
the creations of his fancy . The family likeness is too strong to admit of a doubt .
As we have remarked before , this does not invariably ignore the existence of ...
第 30 頁
... word painting we quote the following . « The near approach of the strange
gondola now attracted the whole attention of the old man . It came swiftly towards
him , impelled by six strong oars , and his eye turned JAMES FENIMORE
COOPER .
... word painting we quote the following . « The near approach of the strange
gondola now attracted the whole attention of the old man . It came swiftly towards
him , impelled by six strong oars , and his eye turned JAMES FENIMORE
COOPER .
第 31 頁
impelled by six strong oars , and his eye turned feverishly in the direction of the
fugitive . Jacopo , with a readiness that necessity and long practice rendered
nearly instinctive , had taken a direction which blended his wake in a line with
one of ...
impelled by six strong oars , and his eye turned feverishly in the direction of the
fugitive . Jacopo , with a readiness that necessity and long practice rendered
nearly instinctive , had taken a direction which blended his wake in a line with
one of ...
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There was one lately here , that I grieve to add , cannot say this ! 6 . And he is
gone ? * * * * * * * * * * “ The Carmelite , who had arisen , instantly reseated
himself , like one actuated by a strong impulse . “ I thought he had already been
far ...
There was one lately here , that I grieve to add , cannot say this ! 6 . And he is
gone ? * * * * * * * * * * “ The Carmelite , who had arisen , instantly reseated
himself , like one actuated by a strong impulse . “ I thought he had already been
far ...
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Leigh Hunt has often said , that every man had a strong suspicion he was
eminently ridiculous on certain occasions , and yet this very man was to himself
his own hero : thus confirming the saying , that no one was a hero in the eyes of
his valet ...
Leigh Hunt has often said , that every man had a strong suspicion he was
eminently ridiculous on certain occasions , and yet this very man was to himself
his own hero : thus confirming the saying , that no one was a hero in the eyes of
his valet ...
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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.
書目資訊
| 書名 | The Living Authors of America: 1st ser The Living Authors of America: 1st Series, Thomas Powell |
| 作者 | Thomas Powell |
| 出版者 | Stringer and Townsend, 1850 |
| 來源： | 哈佛大學 |
| 已數位化 | 2007年11月6日 |
| 頁數 | 365 頁 |
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