The Living Authors of America: 1st serStringer and Townsend, 1850 - 365 頁 |
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1st ser Thomas Powell. ner . power , gives us but a very poor opinion of either his sincerity or his republican feelings . He describes , with evident delight , the royal state of the English nobility ; he has no eye to see the ...
1st ser Thomas Powell. ner . power , gives us but a very poor opinion of either his sincerity or his republican feelings . He describes , with evident delight , the royal state of the English nobility ; he has no eye to see the ...
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... opinion , and consequently one great guard on the virtue of mankind was lost ; if we make a point of reading criticisms , we feel at first stung into indignation , vindictive feelings are naturally aroused , our own peace of mind is ...
... opinion , and consequently one great guard on the virtue of mankind was lost ; if we make a point of reading criticisms , we feel at first stung into indignation , vindictive feelings are naturally aroused , our own peace of mind is ...
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... opinions we well knew , and in every instance he pre- sented us with a key to the man's whole character . This undeviating coherency is forcibly exemplified in many authors , and especially in that of " the Spy . " Mark , too , how ...
... opinions we well knew , and in every instance he pre- sented us with a key to the man's whole character . This undeviating coherency is forcibly exemplified in many authors , and especially in that of " the Spy . " Mark , too , how ...
第 44 頁
... opinions will , no doubt , be considered as either those of the partisan or the foe . We wish to avoid all onesidedness , and to carry the greatest truth - speakingness into effect . No man of genius need fear criticism , however boldly ...
... opinions will , no doubt , be considered as either those of the partisan or the foe . We wish to avoid all onesidedness , and to carry the greatest truth - speakingness into effect . No man of genius need fear criticism , however boldly ...
第 46 頁
... opinion did actually occur , for who has returned from that unknown world to explain by what forms and in what manner he was introduced into its awful precincts ! Without pretending to explain what must ever be a mystery to the quick ...
... opinion did actually occur , for who has returned from that unknown world to explain by what forms and in what manner he was introduced into its awful precincts ! Without pretending to explain what must ever be a mystery to the quick ...
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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.