The Living Authors of America: 1st serStringer and Townsend, 1850 - 365 頁 |
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... existence would be considered as conclusive evidence against vitality , and all the spiritual creation ignored at a blow . Judging Emerson by this standard , we feel bound to say that we consider him a consistent and logical writer ...
... existence would be considered as conclusive evidence against vitality , and all the spiritual creation ignored at a blow . Judging Emerson by this standard , we feel bound to say that we consider him a consistent and logical writer ...
第 75 頁
... existence , or rather have shown us the true value of the existence God has already given to us . His views have set us on our feet again , and gave us hope , and heart , and courage , when all else has proved vain , authoritative , and ...
... existence , or rather have shown us the true value of the existence God has already given to us . His views have set us on our feet again , and gave us hope , and heart , and courage , when all else has proved vain , authoritative , and ...
第 136 頁
... existence denied to Julius Cæsar , Wellington , or Washington , on account of their having had a parent . On the same ground we claim individuality for poets , in despite of their having founded their nature 136 HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW .
... existence denied to Julius Cæsar , Wellington , or Washington , on account of their having had a parent . On the same ground we claim individuality for poets , in despite of their having founded their nature 136 HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW .
第 146 頁
... existence . They are , singularly enough , a complete contradiction to her character . We do not analyse this play thoroughly on its own account , for that would hardly be fair , seeing that Mr. Longfellow does not assume to be a ...
... existence . They are , singularly enough , a complete contradiction to her character . We do not analyse this play thoroughly on its own account , for that would hardly be fair , seeing that Mr. Longfellow does not assume to be a ...
第 206 頁
... existence of a single human being . We read the birth of this , and the death of that , with a composure perfectly icy . But the man of thought or feeling regards it in a very different light . With every babe born is its accompanying ...
... existence of a single human being . We read the birth of this , and the death of that , with a composure perfectly icy . But the man of thought or feeling regards it in a very different light . With every babe born is its accompanying ...
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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.