The Living Authors of America: 1st serStringer and Townsend, 1850 - 365 oldal |
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15. oldal
... appears that he was laboring under the impression that his genius lay the other way ; and , consequently , Mr. Cooper tired his public somewhat , by writing Backwood novels too pertina- ciously . He should also have been guided more by ...
... appears that he was laboring under the impression that his genius lay the other way ; and , consequently , Mr. Cooper tired his public somewhat , by writing Backwood novels too pertina- ciously . He should also have been guided more by ...
22. oldal
... appear subtilized . In this case , the lowest intellect , as well as the highest , is carried to the full extent of its capacity of enjoyment or thought , and still the author is not exhausted . It is this which stamps Shakspeare as ...
... appear subtilized . In this case , the lowest intellect , as well as the highest , is carried to the full extent of its capacity of enjoyment or thought , and still the author is not exhausted . It is this which stamps Shakspeare as ...
38. oldal
... appear a hard thing to say of human nature , but it is the truth ; and those who reflect the most , and probe their own natures deepest , know this too well sometimes for their peace of mind . Should this view be objected to , let it be ...
... appear a hard thing to say of human nature , but it is the truth ; and those who reflect the most , and probe their own natures deepest , know this too well sometimes for their peace of mind . Should this view be objected to , let it be ...
61. oldal
... appear so to feeble and illogical minds . It is granted that the links of connexion from thought to thonght are at longer intervals , just as giants take greater strides than dwarfs , but the sequence is as regular as the pace of a ...
... appear so to feeble and illogical minds . It is granted that the links of connexion from thought to thonght are at longer intervals , just as giants take greater strides than dwarfs , but the sequence is as regular as the pace of a ...
64. oldal
... appears like children's petulance , when we explore the steady and prodigal provision that has been made for his support and delight on this green ball which floats him through the heavens . What angels invented these splendid orna ...
... appears like children's petulance , when we explore the steady and prodigal provision that has been made for his support and delight on this green ball which floats him through the heavens . What angels invented these splendid orna ...
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Acadian admiration Alnwick Castle American Annabel Lee beauty beneath breath Bryant Byron Cachuca Carmelite character charm Coleridge consider Cooper critic Dana dark death dramatist dream earth elaborate elegant Emerson England English evidence expression fact fair feel force genius George Sand give gondola grave Halleck hand hath heard heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW human HYPOLITO intellect JARED SPARKS Kirkland lady land Leigh Hunt light lines living Longfellow look Margaret Fuller mind Miss Fuller monomania nation Natty Bumppo nature never o'er once opinion passion peculiar poem poet poet's poetical poetry Prescott present prose quote Ralph Waldo Emerson reader remarks romance scene seems Shakspeare singular smile soul sound spirit stanza style sure sweet thee things thou thought throw tion true truth verse voice Willis woman word Wordsworth writings
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130. oldal - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,— " Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, " art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore !" Quoth the Raven,
127. oldal - The angels, not half so happy in Heaven, Went envying her and me Yes! that was the reason (as all men know. In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night. Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
208. oldal - THE groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the roof above them — ere he framed The lofty vault, to gather and roll back The sound of anthems ; in the darkling wood, Amid the cool and silence, he knelt down, And offered to the Mightiest solemn thanks And supplication.
129. oldal - 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.
128. oldal - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of, forgotten lore, — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. "'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door: Only this and nothing more.
84. oldal - And marked the mild, angelic air, The rapture of repose that's there, The fixed yet tender traits that streak The languor of the placid cheek, And — but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires not, wins not, weeps not now, And but for that chill, changeless brow...
194. oldal - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his drooped head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder shower ; and now The arena swims around him : he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won.
219. oldal - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A Creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food; For transient sorrows , simple wiles , Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
127. oldal - Of many far wiser than we; And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee: For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee...
159. 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.