Authors' Birthdays: Containing Exercises for the Celebration of the Birthdays of Poe, Longfellow, T.B. Read, Irving .... First seriesC.W. Bardeen, 1898 - 359 من الصفحات |
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... brought him dis- tinction , it left him still dependent upon irregular literary work . In 1846 he moved to Fordham , into a cottage still standing at the top of Fordham Hill on Kingsbridge road , where he devoted himself mainly to ...
... brought him dis- tinction , it left him still dependent upon irregular literary work . In 1846 he moved to Fordham , into a cottage still standing at the top of Fordham Hill on Kingsbridge road , where he devoted himself mainly to ...
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... brought early applause1 ; and while he was mistaken in his es- timate of Carlyle and Emerson , his judgment has in most other cases been confirmed by posterity . He was the first to mark the limitations of such literary heroes of the ...
... brought early applause1 ; and while he was mistaken in his es- timate of Carlyle and Emerson , his judgment has in most other cases been confirmed by posterity . He was the first to mark the limitations of such literary heroes of the ...
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... brought him scarcely anything , his lectures would not draw hearers , and much of the time he was without employment . He who was a boy had been surrounded with every luxury was as a man so poor that he sometimes declined invitations ...
... brought him scarcely anything , his lectures would not draw hearers , and much of the time he was without employment . He who was a boy had been surrounded with every luxury was as a man so poor that he sometimes declined invitations ...
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... brought him wealth and luxury , the enormous sums he received from his books put within his power all that money could furnish to a man of simple tastes . But he had his troubles like other men . His eyes were weak , with temptation to ...
... brought him wealth and luxury , the enormous sums he received from his books put within his power all that money could furnish to a man of simple tastes . But he had his troubles like other men . His eyes were weak , with temptation to ...
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... brought you the poet of Hazeldell bodily . " Rossetti dropped his brush , and with a face glowing with excitement cried , " You don't say so ! " He quite overwhelmed the bashful stranger with his joyous acclamations , adding , " How ...
... brought you the poet of Hazeldell bodily . " Rossetti dropped his brush , and with a face glowing with excitement cried , " You don't say so ! " He quite overwhelmed the bashful stranger with his joyous acclamations , adding , " How ...
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الصفحة 293 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
الصفحة 169 - My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still; My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will; The ship is...
الصفحة 17 - 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 31 - There is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted!
الصفحة 300 - Soon as the little ones chip the shell, Six wide mouths are open for food; Robert of Lincoln bestirs him well, Gathering seeds for the hungry brood. Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink; This new life is likely to be Hard for a gay young fellow like me. Chee, chee, chee.
الصفحة 16 - Hear the sledges with the bells, Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells.' How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars, that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
الصفحة 90 - Every change of season, every change of weather, indeed every hour of the day, produces some change in the magical hues and shapes of these mountains ; and they are regarded by all the good wives, far and near, as perfect barometers. When the weather is fair and settled, they are clothed in blue and purple, and print their bold outlines on the clear evening sky ; but sometimes, when the rest of the landscape is cloudless, they will gather a hood of gray vapors about their summits, which, in the last...
الصفحة 295 - THE melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread ; The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day.
الصفحة 117 - Rip Van Winkle" exclaimed two or three. "Oh, to be sure! That's Rip Van Winkle yonder, leaning against the tree." Rip looked, and beheld a precise counterpart of himself as he went up the mountain; apparently as lazy, and certainly as ragged. The poor fellow was now completely confounded. He doubted his own identity, and whether he was himself or another man. In the midst of his bewilderment, the man in the cocked hat demanded who he was, and what was his name? "God knows!
الصفحة 32 - In that great cloister's stillness and seclusion, By guardian angels led, Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, She lives, whom we call dead. Day after day we think what she is doing In those bright realms of air ; Year after year, her tender steps pursuing, Behold her grown more fair. Thus do we walk with her, and keep unbroken The bond which nature gives, Thinking that our remembrance, though unspoken, May reach her where she lives.