The Ridpath Library of Universal Literature: A Biographical and Bibliographical Summary of the World's Most Eminent Authors, Including the Choicest Extracts and Masterpieces from Their Writings, 18. kötetAvil Printing Company, 1903 |
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15. oldal
... Letters from Abroad , de- scribed Mrs. Norton as " the perfection of intel- lectual and physical beauty , uniting masculine force with feminine delicacy . " LOVE NOT . Love not , love not , ye ( 15 ) NORTON, CAROLINE ELIZABETH SARAH, an ...
... Letters from Abroad , de- scribed Mrs. Norton as " the perfection of intel- lectual and physical beauty , uniting masculine force with feminine delicacy . " LOVE NOT . Love not , love not , ye ( 15 ) NORTON, CAROLINE ELIZABETH SARAH, an ...
35. oldal
... Beauty go , Knit in a magic band . Oft , when a child , I'd pore In rapture on the Saga lore ; When on the wold The snow was falling white , I , shuddering with delight , Felt not the cold . When with his pinion chill The Winter smote ...
... Beauty go , Knit in a magic band . Oft , when a child , I'd pore In rapture on the Saga lore ; When on the wold The snow was falling white , I , shuddering with delight , Felt not the cold . When with his pinion chill The Winter smote ...
36. oldal
... Beauty go , Knit in a loving band . Well pleased thou heardest long Within thy halls the stranger minstrel's song . Taught to aspire By thee , my spirit leapt To bolder heights , and swept The German lyre . Oft have I sung before ; And ...
... Beauty go , Knit in a loving band . Well pleased thou heardest long Within thy halls the stranger minstrel's song . Taught to aspire By thee , my spirit leapt To bolder heights , and swept The German lyre . Oft have I sung before ; And ...
41. oldal
... softer gleam - it seemed not so to me . In vain a scene of beauty beamed around : my thoughts were o'er the sea . -Translation in Foreign Quarterly Review . O'HARA , THEODORE , an American poet , born at ADAM GOTTLOB OEHLENSCHLÄGER 41.
... softer gleam - it seemed not so to me . In vain a scene of beauty beamed around : my thoughts were o'er the sea . -Translation in Foreign Quarterly Review . O'HARA , THEODORE , an American poet , born at ADAM GOTTLOB OEHLENSCHLÄGER 41.
43. oldal
... and destruction at Buena Vista and Chepultepec . At the foot of O'Hara's tomb the full force and beauty of his lines may be felt . " Yon marble minstrel's voiceless stone In deathless song shall tell THEODORE O'HARA 43.
... and destruction at Buena Vista and Chepultepec . At the foot of O'Hara's tomb the full force and beauty of his lines may be felt . " Yon marble minstrel's voiceless stone In deathless song shall tell THEODORE O'HARA 43.
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447. oldal - ... 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 !
439. oldal - Hear the sledges with the bells Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
476. oldal - Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees; Lives through all life, extends through all extent; Spreads undivided, operates unspent! Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart; As full, as perfect in vile man that mourns, As the rapt seraph that adores and burns: To him no high, no low, no great, no small; He fills, He bounds, connects, and equals all.
472. oldal - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends ; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride Might hide her faults, if Belles had faults to hide : If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all.
443. oldal - 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.
447. oldal - And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming' And the lamplight 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!
237. oldal - 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.
449. oldal - ... an utter depression of soul which I can compare to no earthly sensation more properly than to the after-dream of the reveller upon opium, the bitter lapse into everyday life, the hideous dropping off of the veil.
477. oldal - Aonian maids, Delight no more — O thou my voice inspire Who touch'd Isaiah's hallow'd lips with fire ! Rapt into future times, the Bard begun : A Virgin shall conceive, a Virgin bear a Son...
449. oldal - It was a mystery all insoluble ; nor could I grapple with the shadowy fancies that crowded upon me as I pondered.