The Living Authors of America: 1st serStringer and Townsend, 1850 - 365 頁 |
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... leaves on us the impression that he is not in earnest ; that he has no fixed principles , except a fastidious , but very artificial taste . There is a want of healthiness about his mind , which leaves robustness altogether out of the ...
... leaves on us the impression that he is not in earnest ; that he has no fixed principles , except a fastidious , but very artificial taste . There is a want of healthiness about his mind , which leaves robustness altogether out of the ...
第 107 頁
... leaves the impres- sion of the English gentleman , refined by travel and obser- vation . He is an elaborate dresser , and is estimable in his private relations . EDGAR ALLAN POE , As the grave has closed over NATHANIEL 107 PARKER WILLIS .
... leaves the impres- sion of the English gentleman , refined by travel and obser- vation . He is an elaborate dresser , and is estimable in his private relations . EDGAR ALLAN POE , As the grave has closed over NATHANIEL 107 PARKER WILLIS .
第 116 頁
... leave them apart , They are light on the tresses , But lead on the heart . * * * The sound of the rain , That leaps down to the flower , And dances again In the rhythm of the shower . The murmur that springs From the growing of grass ...
... leave them apart , They are light on the tresses , But lead on the heart . * * * The sound of the rain , That leaps down to the flower , And dances again In the rhythm of the shower . The murmur that springs From the growing of grass ...
第 119 頁
... leave him in his wandering To seek for treasure in the jewelled skies , Albeit he soared with an undaunted wing ? Hast thou not dragged Diana from her car , And driven the Hamadryad from the wood , To seek a shelter in some happier ...
... leave him in his wandering To seek for treasure in the jewelled skies , Albeit he soared with an undaunted wing ? Hast thou not dragged Diana from her car , And driven the Hamadryad from the wood , To seek a shelter in some happier ...
第 128 頁
... leave the poetical idea of him incomplete without illustrating our remarks by a quotation . We have printed the stanzas differently in shape to the method he has followed , but the words are of course unaltered . " Once upon a midnight ...
... leave the poetical idea of him incomplete without illustrating our remarks by a quotation . We have printed the stanzas differently in shape to the method he has followed , but the words are of course unaltered . " Once upon a midnight ...
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第 163 頁 - are beating Funeral marches to the grave. ***** " Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time! " Footprints! that perhaps another, Sailing o'er Life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing shall take heart again!
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.
第 197 頁 - visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
第 357 頁 - His soul was like a star, and dwelt apart! He had a voice whose sound was like the sea, Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free ; So did he travel on life's common way, In cheerful godliness, and yet his heart The lowliest duties on itself did lay
第 220 頁 - eye serene The very pulse of the machine; A being breathing thoughtful breath, A traveller between life and death; The reason firm, the temperate will, Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill; A perfect woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command: And yet a spirit still, and bright With something of angelic light.
第 230 頁 - His few surviving comrades saw His smile when rang their proud hurrah, And the red field was won: Then saw in death his eyelids close, Calmly, as to a night's repose, Like flowers at set of sun. Bozzaris! with the storied brave, Greece mustered in her glory's time, Rest thee; there is no prouder grave,
第 164 頁 - There is a reaper whose name is Death, And with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded gram at a breath, And the flowers that grow between. * * * * " He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves, It was for the Lord of Paradise' He bound them in his sheaves.
第 156 頁 - Of visitation from the living God, Thought was not, in enjoyment it expired; No thanks he breathed, he proffered no request. Rapt into still communion that transcends The imperfect offices of prayer and praise, His mind was a thanksgiving to the power That made him—it was blessedness and love.
第 130 頁 - Not the least obeisance made he; Not an instant stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, Perched above my chamber door— Perched upon a bust of Pallas Just above my chamber door— Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
第 160 頁 - Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought, Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought.