The Living Authors of America: 1st serStringer and Townsend, 1850 - 365 頁 |
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第 57 頁
... objects than Words- worth in his laments . " There have been tears , and breaking hearts for thee , And mine were nothing had I such to give ; But when I stood beneath the fresh green tree , Which living waves where thou didst cease to ...
... objects than Words- worth in his laments . " There have been tears , and breaking hearts for thee , And mine were nothing had I such to give ; But when I stood beneath the fresh green tree , Which living waves where thou didst cease to ...
第 72 頁
... wise men , and Cambridge and Boston , should think of raising me into an object of criticism . I have always been , from my very incapa- city of methodical writing , ' a chartered libertine , 72 EMERSON . RALPH WALDO.
... wise men , and Cambridge and Boston , should think of raising me into an object of criticism . I have always been , from my very incapa- city of methodical writing , ' a chartered libertine , 72 EMERSON . RALPH WALDO.
第 95 頁
... object to Mr. Willis's definition of elegance ; the true elegance is the ideal of human nature ; the elegance of the fop is as far removed from this as are the poles asunder . The Arcadia of our poet very much depends upon the ...
... object to Mr. Willis's definition of elegance ; the true elegance is the ideal of human nature ; the elegance of the fop is as far removed from this as are the poles asunder . The Arcadia of our poet very much depends upon the ...
第 117 頁
... haste Her cheek was flushing , and her lips apart , And zone , that clung about her gentle waist , Had burst beneath the heaving of her heart . " When critical readers object to the laborious combination of images EDGAR ALLAN POE . 117.
... haste Her cheek was flushing , and her lips apart , And zone , that clung about her gentle waist , Had burst beneath the heaving of her heart . " When critical readers object to the laborious combination of images EDGAR ALLAN POE . 117.
第 118 頁
1st ser Thomas Powell. When critical readers object to the laborious combination of images here , let it be remembered this was the composition of a boy . This , however , if carried out strictly , becomes a very serious drawback upon ...
1st ser Thomas Powell. When critical readers object to the laborious combination of images here , let it be remembered this was the composition of a boy . This , however , if carried out strictly , becomes a very serious drawback upon ...
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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.