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الصفحة 308 - His pencil was striking, resistless, and grand ; His manners were gentle, complying, and bland : Still born to improve us in every part — His pencil our faces, his manners our heart ; To coxcombs averse, yet most civilly steering, When they judged without skill, he was still hard of hearing; When they talked of their Raphaels, Correggios, and stuff, He shifted his trumpet,* and only took snuff.
الصفحة 20 - With treasured tales, and legendary lore. All, all are fled ; nor mirth nor music flows To chase the dreams of innocent repose. All, all are fled; yet still I linger here ! What secret charms this silent spot endear! Mark yon old mansion frowning through the trees, Whose hollow turret woos the whistling breeze.
الصفحة 158 - I know not how others saw her, But to me she was wholly fair, And the light of the heaven she came from Still lingered and gleamed in her hair ; For it was as wavy and golden, And as many changes took, As the shadows of sun-gilt ripples On the yellow bed of a, brook. To what can I liken her smiling Upon me, her kneeling lover, How it leaped from her lips to her eyelids, And dimpled her wholly over, Till her outstretched hands smiled also, And I almost seemed to see The very heart of her mother Sending...
الصفحة 96 - Mr. Putnam entered into an argument with me on spiritual matters. As I was speaking, the whole system rose up before me like a vague destiny looming from the Abyss. I never before so clearly felt the Spirit of God in me and around me. The whole room seemed to me full of God. The air seemed to waver to and fro with the presence of Something I knew not what. I spoke with the calmness and clearness of a prophet.
الصفحة 240 - That little shoe in the corner, So worn and wrinkled and brown, With its emptiness confutes you, And argues your wisdom down.
الصفحة 144 - Poe, I am afraid, is wholly lacking in that element of manhood which, for want of a better name, we call character. It is something quite distinct from genius — though all great geniuses are endowed with it. Hence we always think of Dante Alighieri, of...
الصفحة 235 - Certainly I shall not grind for any Philistines, whether Reformers or Conservatives. I find that Reform cannot take up the whole of me, and I am quite sure that eyes were given us to look about us with sometimes, and not to be always looking forward.
الصفحة 288 - They have those long pauses of conscious silence that are so fine, as if the spirit that inhabits them were hiding from you and holding its breath — and then all the leaves stir again, and the pines cheat the rocks with their mock surf, and that invisible bird that haunts such solitudes calls once and is answered, and then silence again. I would not have told you how much better this is than your Rhode Island glories — only that you Newport folks always seem a little (I must go to my Yankee)...
الصفحة 23 - You can't imagine how delightful it is out here. The greatest multitude of birds of every description that I ever recollect to have seen. The grass is fast growing green under the kind sun of spring — that is, in southerly aspects. Every day that the sun shines I take my book and go out to a bank in our garden, and lie and read.