Handbuch der nordamericanischen National-Literatur: Sammlung von Munsterstücken nebst einer literar-historischen Abhandlung ueber den Entwicklungsgang der englischen Sprache und Literatur in Nord-AmericaWestermann, 1854 - 119 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 27
... Grave " gerühmt zu werden , welche sich durch religiöse und philosophische Tiefe , Zartheit des Gefühls und eine einfache , kräftige Sprache sehr auszeichnen . In seinen prosaischen Aufsätzen verschmähete es Dana , vielleicht zu sehr ...
... Grave " gerühmt zu werden , welche sich durch religiöse und philosophische Tiefe , Zartheit des Gefühls und eine einfache , kräftige Sprache sehr auszeichnen . In seinen prosaischen Aufsätzen verschmähete es Dana , vielleicht zu sehr ...
الصفحة 40
... graves . Seine Poesie hat etwas ungemein Erfrischendes und gar nichts Geborgtes , Künst- liches und Unnatürliches ; die schönen Formen der äusseren Welt haben zu seinem Her- zen gesprochen . Er zieht uns fort von den Wohnungen der ...
... graves . Seine Poesie hat etwas ungemein Erfrischendes und gar nichts Geborgtes , Künst- liches und Unnatürliches ; die schönen Formen der äusseren Welt haben zu seinem Her- zen gesprochen . Er zieht uns fort von den Wohnungen der ...
الصفحة 41
... grave to make , The rich , green , mountain - turf should break . And what if cheerful shouts , at noon , Come from the village sent , Or songs of maids , beneath the moon , With fairy laughter blent ; And what if , in the evening light ...
... grave to make , The rich , green , mountain - turf should break . And what if cheerful shouts , at noon , Come from the village sent , Or songs of maids , beneath the moon , With fairy laughter blent ; And what if , in the evening light ...
الصفحة 46
... grave is not its goal , ,, Dust thou art , to dust returnest , " Was not spoken of the soul . Not enjoyment , and not sorrow , Is our destined end or way ; But to act , that each to - morrow Find us farther than to - day . In the ...
... grave is not its goal , ,, Dust thou art , to dust returnest , " Was not spoken of the soul . Not enjoyment , and not sorrow , Is our destined end or way ; But to act , that each to - morrow Find us farther than to - day . In the ...
الصفحة 9
... graves , and hung on the head - stones Garlands of autumn leaves and evergreens fresh from the forest . Then came the guard from the ships , and marching proudly among them Entered the sacred portal . dissonant clangour Rang was the ...
... graves , and hung on the head - stones Garlands of autumn leaves and evergreens fresh from the forest . Then came the guard from the ships , and marching proudly among them Entered the sacred portal . dissonant clangour Rang was the ...
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الصفحة 41 - Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course ; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean shall exist Thy image.
الصفحة 52 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow...
الصفحة 55 - Hear the loud alarum bells, Brazen bells! What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells! In the startled ear of night How they scream out their affright! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire...
الصفحة 51 - 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.
الصفحة 54 - Gentlemen may cry peace, peace ! but there is no peace. The war is actually begun ! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field ! Why stand we here idle ? What is it that gentlemen wish ? What would they have ? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery...
الصفحة 40 - Tis of the wave and not the rock; Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore, Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee...
الصفحة 28 - I asked his daughter's hand Mute did the minstrels stand To hear my story. "While the brown ale he quaffed, Loud then the champion laughed, And as the wind-gusts waft The sea-foam brightly, So the loud laugh of scorn, Out of those lips unshorn, From the deep drinking-horn Blew the foam lightly. "She was a Prince's child, I but a Viking wild, And though she blushed and smiled, I was discarded! Should not the dove so white Follow the sea-mew's flight, Why did they leave that night Her nest unguarded?
الصفحة 30 - Try not the Pass!" the old man said; "Dark lowers the tempest overhead, The roaring torrent is deep and wide ! " And loud that clarion voice replied, Excelsior ! "0 stay," the maiden said, "and rest Thy weary head upon this breast...
الصفحة 77 - Come to the bridal chamber, Death! Come to the mother's, when she feels, For the flrst time, her first-born's breath; Come when the blessed seals That close the pestilence are broke, And crowded cities wail its stroke; Come in consumption's ghastly form, The earthquake shock , the ocean storm; Come when the heart beats high and warm, With...
الصفحة 153 - When my eyes shall be turned to behold for the last time the sun in heaven, may I not see him shining on the broken and dishonored fragments of a once glorious Union ; on States dissevered, discordant, belligerent; on a land rent with civil feuds, or drenched, it may be, in fraternal blood!