The Living Authors of America: 1st serStringer and Townsend, 1850 - 365 oldal |
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13. oldal
... characters in his works . But it is not so with the scene he chooses to describe ; he may be as literal as he pleases in the one case - then he is pronounced graphic , and wonderfully true to nature ; but if he portrays with equal ...
... characters in his works . But it is not so with the scene he chooses to describe ; he may be as literal as he pleases in the one case - then he is pronounced graphic , and wonderfully true to nature ; but if he portrays with equal ...
15. oldal
... characters of his native land , he nevertheless excels every other writer of Romance in general subjects likewise ; with the sole exception of the Supernatural , where Mrs. Radcliffe and Monk Lewis are unapproached . Scott is ...
... characters of his native land , he nevertheless excels every other writer of Romance in general subjects likewise ; with the sole exception of the Supernatural , where Mrs. Radcliffe and Monk Lewis are unapproached . Scott is ...
20. oldal
... character of that simple - minded hunter is certainly the greatest effort of its author ; and the Leather - Stocking Ro- mances will undoubtedly remain permanently a part of the national literature . Like Sir Walter Scott , Mr. Cooper ...
... character of that simple - minded hunter is certainly the greatest effort of its author ; and the Leather - Stocking Ro- mances will undoubtedly remain permanently a part of the national literature . Like Sir Walter Scott , Mr. Cooper ...
21. oldal
... character of any former work , is found in the infrequency of its occurrence . Every writer has a certain instinct which unmis- takably counsels , however vaguely , the true path ; and we want no surer evidence of lack of genius - or in ...
... character of any former work , is found in the infrequency of its occurrence . Every writer has a certain instinct which unmis- takably counsels , however vaguely , the true path ; and we want no surer evidence of lack of genius - or in ...
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... character . He illustrated this position with many instances of men , whose religious opinions we well knew , and in every instance he pre- sented us with a key to the man's whole character . This undeviating coherency is forcibly ...
... character . He illustrated this position with many instances of men , whose religious opinions we well knew , and in every instance he pre- sented us with a key to the man's whole character . This undeviating coherency is forcibly ...
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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.