The Southern literary messenger, المجلد 141848 |
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... lights gleam'd from his shrunken eyes ; But startled Death grew doubly grim , When he found that such follies were ... light of other days " throws a cheering reflec- tion upon the festivities of the present hour and swelling memories ...
... lights gleam'd from his shrunken eyes ; But startled Death grew doubly grim , When he found that such follies were ... light of other days " throws a cheering reflec- tion upon the festivities of the present hour and swelling memories ...
الصفحة 10
... light as day , and a moment after , so dark , that you could not see an oars - length from the vessel . The Captain was forward , and all the hands except the cook and myself were aloft . The ship was pitching madly , and the waves were ...
... light as day , and a moment after , so dark , that you could not see an oars - length from the vessel . The Captain was forward , and all the hands except the cook and myself were aloft . The ship was pitching madly , and the waves were ...
الصفحة 15
... light . So like a temple did it seem , that there A pious heart's first impulse would be prayer . " The same tribes , which are the slender and hum- ble plants of northern regions , become lofty trees within the Tropics . The Bamboo ...
... light . So like a temple did it seem , that there A pious heart's first impulse would be prayer . " The same tribes , which are the slender and hum- ble plants of northern regions , become lofty trees within the Tropics . The Bamboo ...
الصفحة 30
... light gar- The lady , who thus visited Orcagna , was no less a personage than the most patrician and most beau- tiful woman in Florence , Countess Antonia d'Orso , only daughter of Count Cafarelli the elder , and widow of Andrea d'Orso ...
... light gar- The lady , who thus visited Orcagna , was no less a personage than the most patrician and most beau- tiful woman in Florence , Countess Antonia d'Orso , only daughter of Count Cafarelli the elder , and widow of Andrea d'Orso ...
الصفحة 35
... light gloated try ever published in this country and unsurpassed To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core ; o'er , But whose velvet violet lining , with the lamp - light gloat - in English poetry for subtle ...
... light gloated try ever published in this country and unsurpassed To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core ; o'er , But whose velvet violet lining , with the lamp - light gloat - in English poetry for subtle ...
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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...