The Southern literary messenger, المجلد 141848 |
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الصفحة 12
... leaving prison till man sinned himself out of it . " This nothing between us and the naked heavens , but the ... leave it for years , It is a child of the sunny South and grows in great and when we return there stand the same old ...
... leaving prison till man sinned himself out of it . " This nothing between us and the naked heavens , but the ... leave it for years , It is a child of the sunny South and grows in great and when we return there stand the same old ...
الصفحة 13
... leaves it bears . up her first oracle in a grove of oaks - all the most durable edifices of the middle ages were con ... leaves of a table . The " base use " of not being used at all , is an indignity to which it is no part of its ...
... leaves it bears . up her first oracle in a grove of oaks - all the most durable edifices of the middle ages were con ... leaves of a table . The " base use " of not being used at all , is an indignity to which it is no part of its ...
الصفحة 25
... leave Christian's command , with orders for wrote a narrative of the expedition , the best Christian to march on as soon as possible to which I have seen . I think I had it , but can- Point Pleasant , as soon as his troops arrived . not ...
... leave Christian's command , with orders for wrote a narrative of the expedition , the best Christian to march on as soon as possible to which I have seen . I think I had it , but can- Point Pleasant , as soon as his troops arrived . not ...
الصفحة 31
... leave Flo- rence that very evening . " " You must leave Florence ! " murmured the painter in the broken and inarticulate tones of one ready to expire . " Wo ! wo ! for me , that my happiness proves but a beautiful dream . ” " Fear ...
... leave Flo- rence that very evening . " " You must leave Florence ! " murmured the painter in the broken and inarticulate tones of one ready to expire . " Wo ! wo ! for me , that my happiness proves but a beautiful dream . ” " Fear ...
الصفحة 35
... Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken ! -quit the bust above my door ! " Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken , ' Doubtless , ' said I , ' what it utters is ...
... Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken ! -quit the bust above my door ! " Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken , ' Doubtless , ' said I , ' what it utters is ...
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الصفحة 35 - 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 the lamp-light gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch...
الصفحة 35 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, — "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou...
الصفحة 58 - And the third angel sounded, and there fell a great star from heaven, burning, as it were a lamp, and it fell upon the third part of the rivers, and upon the fountains of waters...
الصفحة 35 - But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered Till I scarcely more than muttered, 'Other friends have flown before On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.
الصفحة 35 - 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 in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!
الصفحة 238 - So, cast and mingled with his very frame. The mind's disease, its ruling passion came; Each vital humour which should feed the whole, Soon flows to this, in body and in soul: Whatever warms the heart, or fills the head, As the mind opens, and its functions spread, Imagination plies her dangerous art, And pours it all upon the peccant part.
الصفحة 241 - Mammon led them on, Mammon, the least erected Spirit that fell From Heaven; for even in Heaven his looks and thoughts Were always downward bent, admiring more The riches of Heaven's pavement, trodden gold, Than aught divine or holy else enjoyed In vision beatific.
الصفحة 62 - IN that delightful land which is washed by the Delaware's waters, Guarding in sylvan shades the name of Penn the apostle, Stands on the banks of its beautiful stream the city he founded. There all the air is balm, and the peach is the emblem of beauty, And the streets still re-echo the names of the trees of the forest, As if they fain would appease the Dryads whose haunts they molested.
الصفحة 477 - Let Fate do her worst ; there are relics of joy, Bright dreams of the past, which she cannot destroy ; Which come in the night-time of sorrow and care, And bring back the features that joy used to wear.
الصفحة 35 - 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...