The American Monthly Magazine and Critical Review, 第 1 卷H. Biglow, Orville Luther Holley H. Bigelow, Esq., editor and proprietor, 1817 |
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第 11 頁
... death - a chaos of hard clay . The rivers , lakes , and ocean all stood still , And nothing stirred within their silent depths ; Ships sailorless lay rotting on the sea , And their masts fell down piecemeal ; as they dropp'd They slept ...
... death - a chaos of hard clay . The rivers , lakes , and ocean all stood still , And nothing stirred within their silent depths ; Ships sailorless lay rotting on the sea , And their masts fell down piecemeal ; as they dropp'd They slept ...
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... and to propose to itself some meaning and purpose , if not some moral end . And now for this " wild and singu- " And would his death - fixed eye be terrible 14 MAY , Coleridge's Christabel , Kubla Khan , and Pains of Sleep .
... and to propose to itself some meaning and purpose , if not some moral end . And now for this " wild and singu- " And would his death - fixed eye be terrible 14 MAY , Coleridge's Christabel , Kubla Khan , and Pains of Sleep .
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... death of Imogine , and the death of the Count by his own hands . That there is much deep distress in rable force in the expression of feeling the story of this tragedy , very conside- and passion , and both vigour and beau- ty in the ...
... death of Imogine , and the death of the Count by his own hands . That there is much deep distress in rable force in the expression of feeling the story of this tragedy , very conside- and passion , and both vigour and beau- ty in the ...
第 21 頁
... death - fixed eye be terrible " As its ray bent in love on her that wronged him ? " And would his dying groan affright thine ear " Like words of peace spoke to thy guilt - in vain ? " Imo . I care not , I am reckless , let me perish ...
... death - fixed eye be terrible " As its ray bent in love on her that wronged him ? " And would his dying groan affright thine ear " Like words of peace spoke to thy guilt - in vain ? " Imo . I care not , I am reckless , let me perish ...
第 25 頁
... death- less rose . ' The description of David's delive- rance of Saul , by the magic of his lyre , from the enchantment of the evil spirit , is highly animated , and contains a fan- ciful and original suggestion . As the young harper ...
... death- less rose . ' The description of David's delive- rance of Saul , by the magic of his lyre , from the enchantment of the evil spirit , is highly animated , and contains a fan- ciful and original suggestion . As the young harper ...
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第 10 頁 - At intervals, some bird from out the brakes Starts into voice a moment, then is still. There seems a floating whisper on the hill, But that is fancy, for the starlight dews All silently their tears of love instil, Weeping themselves away, till they infuse Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues.
第 296 頁 - No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow ; But we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
第 296 頁 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
第 296 頁 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him.
第 296 頁 - Oh ! when a Mother meets on high The Babe she lost in infancy, Hath she not then, for pains and fears, The day of woe, the watchful night, For all her sorrow, all her tears, An over-payment of delight...
第 349 頁 - Nor look'd upon the earth with human eyes ; The thirst of their ambition was not mine, The aim of their existence was not mine ; My joys, my griefs, my passions, and my powers, Made me a stranger ; though I wore the form, I had no sympathy with breathing flesh, Nor midst the creatures of clay that girded me Was there but one who but of her anon.
第 9 頁 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet But hark!
第 296 頁 - Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
第 349 頁 - Or to look, list'ning, on the scattered leaves, While Autumn winds were at their evening song. These were my pastimes, and to be alone ; For if the beings, of whom I was one, — Hating to be so, — cross'd me in my path, I felt myself degraded back to them, And was all clay again.
第 422 頁 - I stoop not to despair; For I have battled with mine agony, And made me wings wherewith to overfly The narrow circus of my dungeon wall...