Sketches of American Authors: Thoreau. Willis. Poe. Taylor. Lowell. Whittier. Holmes. Alice and Phoebe Cary. Louisa May AlcottEducational Publishing Company, 1895 |
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第 98 頁 - Nature, they say, doth dote, And cannot make a man Save on some worn-out plan, Repeating us by rote: For him her Old- World moulds aside she threw, And choosing sweet clay from the breast Of the unexhausted West, With stuff untainted shaped a hero new, Wise, steadfast in the strength of God, and true.
第 61 頁 - Horror the soul of the plot. But see, amid the mimic rout, A crawling shape intrude! A blood-red thing that writhes from out The scenic solitude! It writhes! - it writhes! - with mortal pangs The mimes become its food, And the seraphs sob at vermin fangs In human gore imbued.
第 98 頁 - Great captains, with their guns and drums, Disturb our judgment for the hour, But at last silence comes ; These all are gone, and, standing like a tower, Our children shall behold his fame, The kindly-earnest, brave, foreseeing man, Sagacious, patient, dreading praise, not blame, New birth of our new soil, the first American.
第 60 頁 - If I could dwell Where Israfel Hath dwelt, and he where I, He might not sing so wildly well A mortal melody, While a bolder note than this might swell From my lyre within the sky.
第 77 頁 - While I live, I trust I shall have my trees, my peaceful, idyllic landscape, my free country life at least half the year ; and while I possess so much, with the ties out of which all this has grown, I shall own one hundred thousand shares in the Bank of Contentment, and consider that I hold a second Mortgage Bond on the Railroad to the Celestial City.
第 131 頁 - Why, if B., to the day of his dying, should rhyme on, Heaping verses on verses and tomes upon tomes, He could ne'er reach the best point and vigor of Holmes. His are just the fine hands, too, to weave you a lyric Full of fancy, fun, feeling, or spiced with satiric In a measure so kindly, you doubt if the toes That are trodden upon are your own or your foes'.
第 155 頁 - A lady, the loveliest ever the sun Looked down upon you must paint for me: Oh, if I only could make you see The clear blue eyes, the tender smile, The sovereign sweetness, the gentle grace, The woman's soul, and the angel's face That are beaming on me all the while! I need not speak these foolish words ; Yet one word tells you all I would say : She is my mother...
第 95 頁 - There's a narrow ridge in the graveyard Would scarce stay a child in his race, But to me and my thought it is wider Than the star-sown vague of Space.
第 141 頁 - GRANDMOTHER'S mother: her age, I guess, Thirteen summers, or something less; Girlish bust, but womanly air; Smooth, square forehead with uprolled hair; Lips that lover has never kissed; Taper fingers and slender wrist; Hanging sleeves of stiff brocade; So they painted the little maid.
第 131 頁 - There's Holmes, who is matchless among you for wit ; A Leyden-jar always full-charged, from which flit The electrical tingles of hit after hit; In long poems 't is painful sometimes. and invites A thought of the way the new Telegraph writes, Which pricks down its little sharp sentences spitefully As if you got more than...