The Living Authors of America: 1st serStringer and Townsend, 1850 - 365 頁 |
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... heard Mr. Wordsworth maintain , that the only plan to preserve the author's mind and morals in a pure , healthy state , was to adopt the rule he had unflinchingly ob- served through life , never to read any review of himself , either of ...
... heard Mr. Wordsworth maintain , that the only plan to preserve the author's mind and morals in a pure , healthy state , was to adopt the rule he had unflinchingly ob- served through life , never to read any review of himself , either of ...
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... heard Cooper called a prose Wordsworth of the Woods : and in a certain sense it is true - for we recognise in three fourths of his stories that pervading impress of forest scenery which is his peculiar charm . This , doubtless , is the ...
... heard Cooper called a prose Wordsworth of the Woods : and in a certain sense it is true - for we recognise in three fourths of his stories that pervading impress of forest scenery which is his peculiar charm . This , doubtless , is the ...
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... heard the sounds , but his faculties were too much obscured by terror to distinguish their object ; he , however , blindly yielded to the call , and gradually changed his direction , until his face was once more turned towards the ...
... heard the sounds , but his faculties were too much obscured by terror to distinguish their object ; he , however , blindly yielded to the call , and gradually changed his direction , until his face was once more turned towards the ...
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... heard - approach and kneel . ' " Antonio , who had fastened his line to his seat , and disposed of his net with habitual care , now crossed himself devoutly , and took his station before the Carmelite . His acknowledgments of error then ...
... heard - approach and kneel . ' " Antonio , who had fastened his line to his seat , and disposed of his net with habitual care , now crossed himself devoutly , and took his station before the Carmelite . His acknowledgments of error then ...
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... heard it . " And these feelings thou didst indulge against the honored and powerful of Venice ! ' demanded the monk , affecting a severity he could not feel . " Before my God do I confess the sin ! In bitterness of heart I cursed them ...
... heard it . " And these feelings thou didst indulge against the honored and powerful of Venice ! ' demanded the monk , affecting a severity he could not feel . " Before my God do I confess the sin ! In bitterness of heart I cursed them ...
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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.