A Manual of American Literature: Designed for the Use of Schools of Advanced GradesCowperthwait, 1872 - 364 من الصفحات |
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... Turns with his share , and treads upon . The oak Shall send his roots abroad , and pierce thy mould . Yet not to thine eternal resting - place Shalt thou retire alone , -nor couldst thou wish Couch more magnificent . Thou shalt lie down ...
... Turns with his share , and treads upon . The oak Shall send his roots abroad , and pierce thy mould . Yet not to thine eternal resting - place Shalt thou retire alone , -nor couldst thou wish Couch more magnificent . Thou shalt lie down ...
الصفحة 59
... turn shall follow them . So live , that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan , which moves To that mysterious realm , where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death , Thou go not , like the quarry ...
... turn shall follow them . So live , that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan , which moves To that mysterious realm , where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death , Thou go not , like the quarry ...
الصفحة 76
... turn , I pray , On the lake below thy gentle eyes ; The clouds hang over it , heavy and gray , And dark and silent the water lies ; And out of that frozen mist the snow In wavering flakes begins to flow ; Flake after flake , They sink ...
... turn , I pray , On the lake below thy gentle eyes ; The clouds hang over it , heavy and gray , And dark and silent the water lies ; And out of that frozen mist the snow In wavering flakes begins to flow ; Flake after flake , They sink ...
الصفحة 77
... turn to me in sorrowful thought ; Thou thinkest of friends , the good and dear , Who were for a time and now are not ; Like these fair children of cloud and frost , That glisten a moment and then are lost , Flake after flake- All lost ...
... turn to me in sorrowful thought ; Thou thinkest of friends , the good and dear , Who were for a time and now are not ; Like these fair children of cloud and frost , That glisten a moment and then are lost , Flake after flake- All lost ...
الصفحة 79
... turn for me . The tree - tops faintly rustle beneath the breeze's flight , A soft and soothing sound , yet it whispers of the night ; I hear the wood - thrush piping one mellow descant more , And scent the flowers that blow when the ...
... turn for me . The tree - tops faintly rustle beneath the breeze's flight , A soft and soothing sound , yet it whispers of the night ; I hear the wood - thrush piping one mellow descant more , And scent the flowers that blow when the ...
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الصفحة 321 - 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 ! Let their last .feeble and lingering glance rather behold the gorgeous ensign of the republic, now known and honored throughout the earth, still full high advanced, its arms and trophies streaming in their...
الصفحة 148 - Nevermore." "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! — prophet still, if bird or devil ! — Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted — On this home by Horror haunted — tell me truly, I implore — Is there — is there balm inGilead? — tell me — tell me, I implore!
الصفحة 149 - 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 — nevermore!
الصفحة 145 - It was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember Wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; — Vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — Sorrow for the lost Lenore — For the rare and radiant maiden Whom the angels name Lenore — Nameless here for evermore.
الصفحة 99 - So all night long the storm roared on : The morning broke without a sun ; In tiny spherule traced with lines Of Nature's geometric signs, In starry flake, and pellicle, All day the hoary meteor fell ; And, when the second morning shone, We looked upon a world unknown, On nothing we could call our own. Around the glistening wonder bent The blue walls of the firmament, No cloud above, no earth below, — A universe of sky and snow...
الصفحة 55 - 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...
الصفحة 151 - GREEN be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days ! None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise.
الصفحة 146 - Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, "Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door; Darkness there and nothing more.
الصفحة 253 - The very village was altered; it was larger and more populous. There were rows of houses which he had never seen before, and those which had been his familiar haunts had disappeared. Strange names were over the doors, strange faces at the windows — everything was strange.
الصفحة 59 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, which moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.