Famous American AuthorsT. Y. Crowell & Company, 1887 - 398 oldal |
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... so much of the heart's history , that all errors and short- comings are for a while lost sight of . " . . . Long afterward he said , " The ill - will of anybody hurts I me . If a critic cannot speak well of HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW . 33.
... so much of the heart's history , that all errors and short- comings are for a while lost sight of . " . . . Long afterward he said , " The ill - will of anybody hurts I me . If a critic cannot speak well of HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW . 33.
34. oldal
Sarah Knowles Bolton. I me . If a critic cannot speak well of a book , why speak of it at all ? The best criticism of an un- worthy book . . . is silence . " These were all precious years , leaving their impress for a great work in the ...
Sarah Knowles Bolton. I me . If a critic cannot speak well of a book , why speak of it at all ? The best criticism of an un- worthy book . . . is silence . " These were all precious years , leaving their impress for a great work in the ...
88. oldal
... critics like Jeffrey and Gifford . He studied the Latin classics for an hour each day , especially Tacitus , Livy , and Cicero . After a year in this general reading , he turned to French literature , and gave a full year to this . He ...
... critics like Jeffrey and Gifford . He studied the Latin classics for an hour each day , especially Tacitus , Livy , and Cicero . After a year in this general reading , he turned to French literature , and gave a full year to this . He ...
128. oldal
... critics . He gave it to Eliot Clarke . " " The next time our professor saw James Free- man Clarke , he exclaimed : " I want to congratulate you upon your son's production . During the thirty years that I have been connected with the ...
... critics . He gave it to Eliot Clarke . " " The next time our professor saw James Free- man Clarke , he exclaimed : " I want to congratulate you upon your son's production . During the thirty years that I have been connected with the ...
130. oldal
... critic , with a generous heart . He is a hard worker , having written some- times twenty - six consecutive hours without paus- ing or rising from his chair , and appreciates hard work in others . The youngest daughter of Nathaniel ...
... critic , with a generous heart . He is a hard worker , having written some- times twenty - six consecutive hours without paus- ing or rising from his chair , and appreciates hard work in others . The youngest daughter of Nathaniel ...
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148. oldal - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main, — The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair.
41. oldal - And with them the Being Beauteous Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies.
148. oldal - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.
34. oldal - OFTEN I think of the beautiful town That is seated by the sea ; Often in thought go up and down The pleasant streets of that dear old town, And my youth comes back to me. And a verse of a Lapland song Is haunting my memory still : " A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
166. oldal - Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide, In the strife of truth with falsehood, for the good or evil side; Some great cause, God's New Messiah, offering each the bloom or blight, Parts the goats upon the left hand and the sheep upon the right; And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light.
162. oldal - My childhood's earliest thoughts are linked with thee ; The sight of thee calls back the robin's song, Who, from the dark old tree Beside the door, sang clearly all day long, And I, secure in childish piety, Listened as if I heard an angel sing With news from heaven, which he could bring Fresh every day to my untainted ears When birds and flowers and I were happy peers.
34. oldal - I remember the gleams and glooms that dart Across the school-boy's brain ; The song and the silence in the heart, That in part are prophecies, and in part Are longings wild and vain. And the voice of that fitful song Sings on, and is never still : "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
149. oldal - Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll ! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!
161. oldal - T is the spring's largess, which she scatters now To rich and poor alike, with lavish hand, Though most hearts never understand To take it at God's value, but pass by The offered wealth with unrewarded eye. " Thou art my tropics and mine Italy ; To look at thee unlocks a warmer clime ; The eyes thou givest me Are in the heart, and heed not space or time : Not in mid June the golden-cuirassed bee Feels a more summer-like, warm ravishment In the white lily's breezy tent, His conquered Sybaris, than...
42. oldal - And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies. Uttered not, yet comprehended, Is the spirit's voiceless prayer, Soft rebukes, in blessings ended, Breathing from her lips of air. O, though oft depressed and lonely, All my fears are laid aside, If I but remember...