Literature and Life, Libro 2Scott, Foresman, 1927 |
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Literature and Life, Libro 2 Edwin Greenlaw,William Harris Elson,Christine M. Keck Vista completa - 1922 |
Términos y frases comunes
Ambitious Guest American Annabel Lee beauty better called chapter character child colonies door Duke EDGAR ALLAN POE England English Eppie eyes father feel give Godfrey Godfrey Cass Gout hand hath Hawthorne head heard heart HILDA Holmes humor interest James Fenimore Cooper Katydid King knew lady light literature live look Macey Master Marner ment mind MOLLIE Nancy Nature never night NOTES AND QUESTIONS o'er Oxus PHILIP FRENEAU play poem poet poetry Poor Richard's Almanac prose Raveloe romance Rosalind round Rustum scene Schoeneus seemed Shakespeare short story Silas Silas Marner sing Sohrab song soul speak spirit sweet tell thee theme there's things thou thought tion turned verse William Strachey wonder words writing wrote young youth
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Página 39 - We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven ; that which we are, we are ; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
Página 566 - 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.
Página 3 - Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed : And on the pedestal these words appear : 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair !
Página 384 - The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Página 564 - With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago. In this kingdom by the sea...
Página 38 - Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades Vext the dim sea: I am become a name; For always roaming with a hungry heart Much have I seen and known; cities of men And manners, climates, councils, governments, Myself not least, but...
Página 20 - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind. Chillon ! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar— for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were...
Página 444 - ... the papers again, by expressing each hinted sentiment at length, and as fully as it had been expressed before, in any suitable words that should come to hand. Then I compared my " Spectator " with the original, discovered some of my faults, and corrected them.
Página 275 - DURING THE WHOLE of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country; and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher.
Página 515 - Fiend-goaded, down the endless dark, From hope and heaven! Let not the land once proud of him Insult him now. Nor brand with deeper shame his dim, Dishonored brow. But let its humbled sons, instead, From sea to lake, A long lament, as for the dead, In sadness make. Of all we loved and honored, naught Save power remains, — A fallen angel's pride of thought, Still strong in chains. All else is gone : from those great eyes The soul has fled : When faith is lost, when honor dies, The man is dead! Then,...