The Living Authors of America: 1st serStringer and Townsend, 1850 - 365 頁 |
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第 36 頁
... seem- ingly in twofold volumes . Energy and skill were in every stroke , and the dark spot came down the streak of light , like the swallow touching the water with its wing . " Hither , Jacopo - thou steerest wide ! ' " The beak of the ...
... seem- ingly in twofold volumes . Energy and skill were in every stroke , and the dark spot came down the streak of light , like the swallow touching the water with its wing . " Hither , Jacopo - thou steerest wide ! ' " The beak of the ...
第 42 頁
... seem to be really losing a companion with whom we have had many journeyings - with whom we have had hair - breadth adventures - whose fidelity , coolness , sagacity , and undaunted courage , have helped us at the very last need - and ...
... seem to be really losing a companion with whom we have had many journeyings - with whom we have had hair - breadth adventures - whose fidelity , coolness , sagacity , and undaunted courage , have helped us at the very last need - and ...
第 67 頁
... seems some- thing galling to an inferior mind in the confession of ignorance . It appears to wound self - love or egotism more than any other accusation . The generality would prefer to be suspected of knavery , than of boobyism . This ...
... seems some- thing galling to an inferior mind in the confession of ignorance . It appears to wound self - love or egotism more than any other accusation . The generality would prefer to be suspected of knavery , than of boobyism . This ...
第 71 頁
... seems a young child , and his huge globe a toy . The cool night bathes the world as with a river , and prepares his eye again for the crimson dawn . The mystery of nature was never displayed more happily . The corn and the wine have ...
... seems a young child , and his huge globe a toy . The cool night bathes the world as with a river , and prepares his eye again for the crimson dawn . The mystery of nature was never displayed more happily . The corn and the wine have ...
第 79 頁
... seems as though the interest died away with the thing described . On this ground we fear that Mr. Willis will not be an endur- ing writer . The persiflage and piquancy of his style , which are now so enticing , will in a few years ...
... seems as though the interest died away with the thing described . On this ground we fear that Mr. Willis will not be an endur- ing writer . The persiflage and piquancy of his style , which are now so enticing , will in a few years ...
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第 115 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 129 頁 - But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door; Darkness there and nothing more.
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 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 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 228 頁 - AT midnight, in his guarded tent, The Turk was dreaming of the hour When Greece, her knee in suppliance bent, Should tremble at his power ; In dreams, through camp and court, he bore The trophies of a conqueror ; In dreams his song of triumph heard. Then wore his monarch's signet ring, Then pressed that monarch's throne — a King ; As wild his thoughts, and gay of wing, As Eden's garden bird.
第 231 頁 - ... when she fears For him the joy of her young years, Thinks of thy fate, and checks her tears; And she, the mother of thy boys, Though in her eye and faded cheek Is read the grief she will not speak, The memory of her buried joys, And even she who gave thee birth, Will, by their pilgrim-circled hearth, Talk of thy doom without a sigh; For thou art Freedom's now, and Fame's: One of the few, the immortal names, That were not born to die.
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 127 頁 - But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we Of many far wiser than we And neither the angels in Heaven above Nor the demons down under the sea Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee...
第 156 頁 - Sound needed none, Nor any voice of joy; his spirit drank The spectacle: sensation, soul, and form, All melted into him; they swallowed up His animal being ; in them did he live, And by them did he live; they were his life. In such access of mind, in such high hour Of visitation from the living God, Thought was not; in enjoyment it expired.