Literature of the English Language: Comprising Representative Selections from the Best Authors, Also Lists of Contemporaneous Writers and Their Principal WorksIvison, Blakeman, Taylor & Company, 1872 - 640 من الصفحات |
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... tell , though slowly ; and if in no other way , yet as facilitating re- vision , a knowledge of the thing to be achieved a clear idea of what constitutes a beauty and what a blemish be of service . - can not fail to 2. No general theory ...
... tell , though slowly ; and if in no other way , yet as facilitating re- vision , a knowledge of the thing to be achieved a clear idea of what constitutes a beauty and what a blemish be of service . - can not fail to 2. No general theory ...
الصفحة 29
... tell Of pretty babes that loved each other dear , Murdered by cruel uncle's mandate fell : Even such the shivering joys thy tones impart ; Even so , thou , Siddons , meltest my sad heart . " Here , from the lapse of time and ...
... tell Of pretty babes that loved each other dear , Murdered by cruel uncle's mandate fell : Even such the shivering joys thy tones impart ; Even so , thou , Siddons , meltest my sad heart . " Here , from the lapse of time and ...
الصفحة 30
... tell us but such poor weather - tossed mariners as ourselves , whom we speak as we pass , or who have hoisted some signal , or floated to us some letter in a bottle from afar . But what know they more than we ? They also found ...
... tell us but such poor weather - tossed mariners as ourselves , whom we speak as we pass , or who have hoisted some signal , or floated to us some letter in a bottle from afar . But what know they more than we ? They also found ...
الصفحة 46
... tell the home - sick mariner of the shore ; And , listening to thy murmur , he shall deem He hears the rustling leaf and running stream . THE BATTLE - FIELD . ONCE this soft turf , this rivulet's sands , Were trampled by a hurrying ...
... tell the home - sick mariner of the shore ; And , listening to thy murmur , he shall deem He hears the rustling leaf and running stream . THE BATTLE - FIELD . ONCE this soft turf , this rivulet's sands , Were trampled by a hurrying ...
الصفحة 53
... Of Atreus ? Let me tell thee what I deem Will be the event . That man may lose his life , And quickly , too , for arrogance like this . ” Book I. 1-267 . HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW . BORN FEB . 27 , 1807 WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT . 53.
... Of Atreus ? Let me tell thee what I deem Will be the event . That man may lose his life , And quickly , too , for arrogance like this . ” Book I. 1-267 . HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW . BORN FEB . 27 , 1807 WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT . 53.
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الصفحة 380 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar. I love not man the less, but Nature more...
الصفحة 381 - Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play — Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow — Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now. Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests : in all time, Calm or convulsed — in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving ; — boundless, endless, and sublime — The image of Eternity — the throne Of the Invisible ; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made ; each zone...
الصفحة 103 - Leave my loneliness unbroken! quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." 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 that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted —...
الصفحة 250 - Their colours and their forms were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, or any interest Unborrowed from the eye. That time is past, And all its aching joys are now no more, And all its dizzy raptures.
الصفحة 102 - Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore ! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken! quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
الصفحة 559 - Reading maketh a full man; conference a ready man; and writing an exact man. And therefore, if a man write little, he had need have a great memory; if he confer little, he had need have a present wit: and if he read little, he had need have much cunning, to seem to know that he doth not.
الصفحة 296 - Down dropt the breeze, the sails dropt down 'Twas sad as sad could be; And we did speak only to break The silence of the sea! All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean. Water, water, everywhere, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water everywhere Nor any drop to drink.
الصفحة 461 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden-flower grows wild; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year. Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place...
الصفحة 102 - Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore, What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking "Nevermore." This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that...
الصفحة 410 - That thus they all shall meet in future days : There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear; While circling Time moves round in an eternal sphere.