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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32. oldal
... Heaven ! He needs no tears , who lived a noble life . We will not weep for him who died so well But we will gather round the hearth , and tell The story of his life : - Such homage suits him well , Better than funeral pomp or passing ...
... Heaven ! He needs no tears , who lived a noble life . We will not weep for him who died so well But we will gather round the hearth , and tell The story of his life : - Such homage suits him well , Better than funeral pomp or passing ...
38. oldal
... heaven the scented flower exhales . " Unwooed she comes at unexpected hours ; And little it avails to rack thy brain , And ask where lurk her long reluctant powers . " Fain wouldst thou grasp - Hope's portal shuts amain And all thy ...
... heaven the scented flower exhales . " Unwooed she comes at unexpected hours ; And little it avails to rack thy brain , And ask where lurk her long reluctant powers . " Fain wouldst thou grasp - Hope's portal shuts amain And all thy ...
50. oldal
... Heaven is just , you will be punished through your son , " he cried . " Yes , since you have no pity for mine , yours will show no regard for you . Scoundrel ! You are the parent of an honest man . He it is who will chasten you ...
... Heaven is just , you will be punished through your son , " he cried . " Yes , since you have no pity for mine , yours will show no regard for you . Scoundrel ! You are the parent of an honest man . He it is who will chasten you ...
68. oldal
... Heaven , and strikes The Sultan's turret with a shaft of Light . II . Before the phantom of False - Morning died , We thought a Voice within the Tavern cried , " When all the Temple is prepared within , Why nods the drowsy Worshipper ...
... Heaven , and strikes The Sultan's turret with a shaft of Light . II . Before the phantom of False - Morning died , We thought a Voice within the Tavern cried , " When all the Temple is prepared within , Why nods the drowsy Worshipper ...
69. oldal
... Heaven ride , Were't not a shame - were't not a shame for him In the clay carcass crippled to abide ? XLV . ' Tis but a tent where takes his one - day's rest A Sultan to the realm of death addrest , The Sultan rises , and the dark ...
... Heaven ride , Were't not a shame - were't not a shame for him In the clay carcass crippled to abide ? XLV . ' Tis but a tent where takes his one - day's rest A Sultan to the realm of death addrest , The Sultan rises , and the dark ...
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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.