The Southern literary messenger, المجلد 141848 |
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... tion of it , so far as to say what it should contain , from what sources the materials to be embodied in it should be obtained , and what tests , examina- tions and proofs it should undergo in the prepara- tion , etc. But there should ...
... tion of it , so far as to say what it should contain , from what sources the materials to be embodied in it should be obtained , and what tests , examina- tions and proofs it should undergo in the prepara- tion , etc. But there should ...
الصفحة 12
... tion , " do we rebut the testimony and confirm the degradation of the forlorn Elia . " Ione's own tree- That crowns the wood with awful sovereignty , " before another season brings out its tender fra- may be converted into the keel of ...
... tion , " do we rebut the testimony and confirm the degradation of the forlorn Elia . " Ione's own tree- That crowns the wood with awful sovereignty , " before another season brings out its tender fra- may be converted into the keel of ...
الصفحة 24
... tion . Villages and towns too have sprung between the tribes of Indians , and to pre- up with great rapidity , and cities , which vie vent their assaults upon the white settle- in splendor , magnitude and commercial rich- ments . The ...
... tion . Villages and towns too have sprung between the tribes of Indians , and to pre- up with great rapidity , and cities , which vie vent their assaults upon the white settle- in splendor , magnitude and commercial rich- ments . The ...
الصفحة 25
... tion commenced and was one constant peal can recollect I will give you . Governor of firing until about eleven o'clock in the Dunmore , a Scotchman , was the commander- day , when the Indians began to give way . in - chief . My father ...
... tion commenced and was one constant peal can recollect I will give you . Governor of firing until about eleven o'clock in the Dunmore , a Scotchman , was the commander- day , when the Indians began to give way . in - chief . My father ...
الصفحة 31
... tion has indeed proved a miracle of art . " While the hapless pair thus lamented over that cruel fate , which required a speedy separation , the last rays of the setting sun had disappeared from the western horizon , and night drew on ...
... tion has indeed proved a miracle of art . " While the hapless pair thus lamented over that cruel fate , which required a speedy separation , the last rays of the setting sun had disappeared from the western horizon , and night drew on ...
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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...