Echoes of the Aesthetic Society of Jersey CityThompson and Moreau, 1882 - 255 oldal |
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7. oldal
... author . Just after the request , two young gentlemen , of about twenty - four years of age , came to Coleman's house in the evening and desired a private interview . The door was locked ; and then one of the visitors said to the ...
... author . Just after the request , two young gentlemen , of about twenty - four years of age , came to Coleman's house in the evening and desired a private interview . The door was locked ; and then one of the visitors said to the ...
11. oldal
... author was among the gifted few to whom the highest power of expression belongs . It was , alas ! his last earthly work . In one year , at the age of twenty - five , Joseph Rod- man Drake was buried in Westchester County , and on the ...
... author was among the gifted few to whom the highest power of expression belongs . It was , alas ! his last earthly work . In one year , at the age of twenty - five , Joseph Rod- man Drake was buried in Westchester County , and on the ...
12. oldal
... authors were scarcely recognized , when Irving , and Paulding , and Cooper had only begun their career , when Bryant and Longfellow had but penned their youthful poems , Drake and Halleck won public attention to the fact that in our ...
... authors were scarcely recognized , when Irving , and Paulding , and Cooper had only begun their career , when Bryant and Longfellow had but penned their youthful poems , Drake and Halleck won public attention to the fact that in our ...
23. oldal
... Author . ) LIE here at rest in my chamber , And look through the window again , With eyes that are changed since the old time , And the sting of an exquisite pain . ' Tis not much that I see for a picture , Through boughs that are green ...
... Author . ) LIE here at rest in my chamber , And look through the window again , With eyes that are changed since the old time , And the sting of an exquisite pain . ' Tis not much that I see for a picture , Through boughs that are green ...
67. oldal
... Author . ) N the most precise of country villages , in the prim- mist mansion ever built , dwelt the most precise maiden ever born , Miss Preciosa Lockwood . Even in that serious town where laughter was reckoned one of the smaller sins ...
... Author . ) N the most precise of country villages , in the prim- mist mansion ever built , dwelt the most precise maiden ever born , Miss Preciosa Lockwood . Even in that serious town where laughter was reckoned one of the smaller sins ...
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14. oldal - Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days ! None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise.
144. 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...
46. oldal - All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's skulls ; and in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept, As 'twere in scorn of eyes, reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.
118. oldal - STILL sits the school-house by the road, A ragged beggar sunning ; Around it still the sumachs grow, And blackberry- vines are running. Within, the master's desk is seen, Deep scarred by raps official ; The warping floor, the battered seats, The jack-knife's carved initial ; The charcoal...
12. oldal - When Freedom, from her mountain height, Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there; She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure, celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then, from his mansion in the sun, She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand, The symbol of her chosen land.
236. oldal - IN a valley, centuries ago, Grew a little fern-leaf green and slender, Veining delicate and fibres tender ; Waving when the wind crept down so low. Rushes tall and moss and grass grew round it, Playful sunbeams darted in and found it, Drops of dew stole in by night and crowned it, But no foot of man e'er trod that way : Earth was young and keeping holiday.
241. oldal - Lord! hast power to save. I know thou wilt not slight my call, For thou dost mark the sparrow's fall; And calm and peaceful is my sleep, Rocked in the cradle of the deep.
235. oldal - I love but thee, With a love that shall not die Till the sun grows cold, And the stars are old, And the leaves of the Judgment Book unfold!
145. oldal - Hear the loud alarum bells — Brazen bells ! What a tale of terror now their turbulency tells ! In the startled ear of night How they scream out their affright ! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek...
119. oldal - For near her stood the little boy Her childish favor singled, His cap pulled low upon a face Where pride and shame were mingled. Pushing with restless feet the snow To right and left, he lingered; As restlessly her tiny hands The blue-checked apron fingered.