Century Readings for a Course in American Literature1919 |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 100 találatból.
5. oldal
... sound for the rhyme , would have laid me under a con- stant necessity of searching for variety , and also have tended to fix that variety in my mind , and make me master of it . 10 Therefore I took some of the tales and turned them into ...
... sound for the rhyme , would have laid me under a con- stant necessity of searching for variety , and also have tended to fix that variety in my mind , and make me master of it . 10 Therefore I took some of the tales and turned them into ...
29. oldal
... sound 130 Of song heroic , when in future days Some noble Hambden rises into fame . LEANDER Or Roanoke's and James's limpid waves The sound of musick murmurs in the gale ; Another Denham celebrates their flow , 135 In gliding numbers ...
... sound 130 Of song heroic , when in future days Some noble Hambden rises into fame . LEANDER Or Roanoke's and James's limpid waves The sound of musick murmurs in the gale ; Another Denham celebrates their flow , 135 In gliding numbers ...
33. oldal
... sounds distinctly roll , Which , waking , never had affected me . ] 160 113 Oft his pale breast with cruel hand ' he ... sound . ' 117 Dim burnt the lamp , and now the phantom Death Gave his last groans in horror and despair · All hell ...
... sounds distinctly roll , Which , waking , never had affected me . ] 160 113 Oft his pale breast with cruel hand ' he ... sound . ' 117 Dim burnt the lamp , and now the phantom Death Gave his last groans in horror and despair · All hell ...
35. oldal
... sound , No comfort in this dreadful hour What friendship can in tempests be , What comfort on this raging sea ? The barque , accustomed to obey , No more the trembling pilots guide : Alone she gropes her trackless way , While mountains ...
... sound , No comfort in this dreadful hour What friendship can in tempests be , What comfort on this raging sea ? The barque , accustomed to obey , No more the trembling pilots guide : Alone she gropes her trackless way , While mountains ...
37. oldal
... sound Ravish his ear . Let us with France agree , And bid the world be free , While tyrants fall ! Let the rude savage host Of their vast numbers boast — Freedom's almighty trust Laughs at them all ! Though hosts of slaves conspire To ...
... sound Ravish his ear . Let us with France agree , And bid the world be free , While tyrants fall ! Let the rude savage host Of their vast numbers boast — Freedom's almighty trust Laughs at them all ! Though hosts of slaves conspire To ...
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Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
American Atlantic Monthly Aylmer beauty Ben Bolt beneath bird breath called Campbell dark David Swan dead death door dream earth England eyes face fancy father feel feet fire flowers give Graham's Magazine hand head hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha hills hour human Indian JESSAMY JONATHAN land laugh leaves Leaves of Grass light literary live look Lord Rawdon ment mind Miss Ophelia morning mother nature never night Nokomis o'er once passed poems poet river round sail Sandemanian seemed seen shore side silence sing sleep smile Somers song Song of Hiawatha soul spirit stood sweet tell thee thet things thou thought tion Tom Walker Topsy trees ture turned voice Vulpes whole wigwam wild wind woods words young youth Zoeterwoude
Népszerű szakaszok
324. oldal - thing of evil — prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us, by that God we both adore, Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore: Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore!
138. oldal - Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
445. oldal - In your hands, my dissatisfied fellow-countrymen, and not in mine, is the momentous issue of civil war. The government will not assail you. You can have no conflict without being yourselves the aggressors. You have no oath registered in heaven to destroy the government, while I shall have the most solemn one to "preserve, protect, and defend it.
457. oldal - Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord: He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword: His truth is marching on.
240. oldal - The village smithy stands; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands ; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
323. oldal - Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before. "Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice; Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore— Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;— 'Tis the wind and nothing more!
136. oldal - When thoughts Of the last bitter hour come like a blight Over thy spirit, and sad images Of the stern agony and shroud and pall, And breathless darkness and the narrow house, Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart...
136. oldal - To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
137. oldal - In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone. So shalt thou rest, and what if thou withdraw In silence from the living, and no friend Take note of thy departure? All that breathe Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favorite phantom ; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.
467. oldal - For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths— for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead.