The New York Journal: An Illustrated Literary Periodical, 第 3 卷P. D. Orvis, 1854 |
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第 13 頁
... light on the figures who formed the group . King Henry II . of France was there . He stood apart from the rest , leaning with folded arms against the stone cross - work of the window - frame . He was richly dressed after the fashion of ...
... light on the figures who formed the group . King Henry II . of France was there . He stood apart from the rest , leaning with folded arms against the stone cross - work of the window - frame . He was richly dressed after the fashion of ...
第 16 頁
... light fell and how is that possible ? " upon the shore . The masses of cloud , which had so long hung over Paris ... light of the moon , that the banks of the river were belted by thick forests Danger is over for the present , " said ...
... light fell and how is that possible ? " upon the shore . The masses of cloud , which had so long hung over Paris ... light of the moon , that the banks of the river were belted by thick forests Danger is over for the present , " said ...
第 17 頁
... light as he saw the well - known peaks of the mountains of his native land , which were now to be his home and hiding - place . CHAPTER III . - THE MOUNTAIN HOME . A UVERGNE is one of those mountainous districts in which , at some ...
... light as he saw the well - known peaks of the mountains of his native land , which were now to be his home and hiding - place . CHAPTER III . - THE MOUNTAIN HOME . A UVERGNE is one of those mountainous districts in which , at some ...
第 18 頁
... light and you would yield . Do you know D'Oudraque ? " " No , " said Viole . " You know that this law- and begged him not to misunderstand his meaning . D'Oudraque returned the pressure . " I will not speak to my neighbor , " he said ...
... light and you would yield . Do you know D'Oudraque ? " " No , " said Viole . " You know that this law- and begged him not to misunderstand his meaning . D'Oudraque returned the pressure . " I will not speak to my neighbor , " he said ...
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... light and heat dispelled ; the factories , looming heavy in the black wet night their tall chimneys rising up into the air like competing Towers of Babel . He had spoken to Rachael only last night , it was true , and had walked with her ...
... light and heat dispelled ; the factories , looming heavy in the black wet night their tall chimneys rising up into the air like competing Towers of Babel . He had spoken to Rachael only last night , it was true , and had walked with her ...
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第 108 頁 - But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore, What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking "Nevermore.
第 108 頁 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted— nevermore!
第 64 頁 - A' made a finer end and went away an it had been any christom child; a' parted even just between twelve and one, even at the turning o' the tide: for after I saw him fumble with the sheets and play with flowers and smile upon his fingers...
第 23 頁 - I know your heart, and am right sure and certain that 'tis far too merciful to let her die, or even so much as suffer, for want of aid. Thou knowest who said, ' Let him who is without sin among you cast the first stone at her !" There have been plenty to do that.
第 121 頁 - How beautiful is the rain ! After the dust and heat, In the broad and fiery street, In the narrow lane, How beautiful is the rain ! How it clatters along the roofs, Like the tramp of hoofs ! How it gushes and struggles out From the throat of the overflowing spout...
第 107 頁 - Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning — little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door, Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as "Nevermore.
第 118 頁 - There's not a Hand in this town, sir, man, woman, or child, but has one ultimate object in life. That object is, to be fed on turtle soup and venison with a gold spoon.
第 107 頁 - Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow— sorrow for the lost Lenore, For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore: Nameless here for evermore.
第 107 頁 - Lenore!' Merely this and nothing more. Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
第 56 頁 - So, when this loose behaviour I throw off, And pay the debt I never promised, By how much better than my word I am, By so much shall I falsify men's hopes ; And, like bright metal on a sullen ground, My reformation, glittering o'er my fault, Shall show more goodly and attract more eyes Than that which hath no foil to set it off.