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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... spirit in its darker moods has been instanced in the literary history of the nineteenth century . XIII Of his poems he says himself : Events not to be controlled have prevented me from making at any time any serious effort in what under ...
... spirit in its darker moods has been instanced in the literary history of the nineteenth century . XIII Of his poems he says himself : Events not to be controlled have prevented me from making at any time any serious effort in what under ...
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... spirit ; yet Poe himself claimed that it was constructed in pure artifice , mechanically built up with the purpose of producing effect upon the reader . Much more simple and direct is " Annabel Lee " , his last lyric , which illustrates ...
... spirit ; yet Poe himself claimed that it was constructed in pure artifice , mechanically built up with the purpose of producing effect upon the reader . Much more simple and direct is " Annabel Lee " , his last lyric , which illustrates ...
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... spirit's voiceless prayer , Soft rebukes in blessings ended , Breathing from her lips of air . O , though oft depressed and lonely , All my fears are laid aside , If I but remember only Such as these have lived and died ! XX How happy ...
... spirit's voiceless prayer , Soft rebukes in blessings ended , Breathing from her lips of air . O , though oft depressed and lonely , All my fears are laid aside , If I but remember only Such as these have lived and died ! XX How happy ...
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... spirit . Strange that both you and Norton come as such a calm influence to me and others . On March 2 , 1884 , his bust in the poets ' corner of Westminster Abbey was unveiled , Final Tributes from Life - Long Friends 57 James Russell.
... spirit . Strange that both you and Norton come as such a calm influence to me and others . On March 2 , 1884 , his bust in the poets ' corner of Westminster Abbey was unveiled , Final Tributes from Life - Long Friends 57 James Russell.
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... spirit could ever enter . " No epitaph could have been more worthy than the remark made at his funer- al by Ralph Wal- do Emerson , him- self already on the edge of the grave , his memory lost . After looking at Longfellow in his RALPH ...
... spirit could ever enter . " No epitaph could have been more worthy than the remark made at his funer- al by Ralph Wal- do Emerson , him- self already on the edge of the grave , his memory lost . After looking at Longfellow in his RALPH ...
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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.