The Living Authors of America: 1st serStringer and Townsend, 1850 - 365 頁 |
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第 63 頁
... might have resembled each other ; there are shades of difference which rendered them as distinct as Hercules and Hecuba . And in like manner , no two words is an mean precisely the same thing : a perfect RALPH WALDO 63 EMERSON .
... might have resembled each other ; there are shades of difference which rendered them as distinct as Hercules and Hecuba . And in like manner , no two words is an mean precisely the same thing : a perfect RALPH WALDO 63 EMERSON .
第 84 頁
... difference between false and true poetry than a volume of critical analysis . " He who hath bent him o'er the dead , Ere the first day of death is fled , The first dark day of nothingness , The last of danger and distress ; Before ...
... difference between false and true poetry than a volume of critical analysis . " He who hath bent him o'er the dead , Ere the first day of death is fled , The first dark day of nothingness , The last of danger and distress ; Before ...
第 90 頁
... difference between American and English criticism . In the latter coun- try an author's reputation generally remains where it was before the publication of the unsuccessful work ; if he gains nothing , he loses nothing , except possibly ...
... difference between American and English criticism . In the latter coun- try an author's reputation generally remains where it was before the publication of the unsuccessful work ; if he gains nothing , he loses nothing , except possibly ...
第 136 頁
... difference are minute ; and as in a herd of buffaloes one is scarcely distinguishable from another , yet each is as distinct in its own individuality as though one were an animalcule and the other a mastodon . The laws of the ...
... difference are minute ; and as in a herd of buffaloes one is scarcely distinguishable from another , yet each is as distinct in its own individuality as though one were an animalcule and the other a mastodon . The laws of the ...
第 137 頁
... difference lies in the degree of imitation . The true poet absorbs , the versifier imi- tates . Every poet commences with more or less of some predominant mind , the most assimilant to his own . Into " ' Evangeline " Mr. Longfellow has ...
... difference lies in the degree of imitation . The true poet absorbs , the versifier imi- tates . Every poet commences with more or less of some predominant mind , the most assimilant to his own . Into " ' Evangeline " Mr. Longfellow has ...
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第 127 頁 - The angels, not half so happy in Heaven, Went envying her and me Yes! that was the reason (as all men know. In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night. Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
第 114 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 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 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 129 頁 - That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door; Darkness there and nothing more.
第 194 頁 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his drooped head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder shower ; and now The arena swims around him : he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won.
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 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 159 頁 - The village smithy stands ; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands ; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
第 128 頁 - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and. curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " "Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.