The Living Authors of America: 1st serStringer and Townsend, 1850 - 365 páginas |
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... effect of his best scenes , by wearying the reader before the emphatic moment has arrived . It is very unartistic to jade the attention , as it destroys the keenness of appreciation when it is most required to heighten the effect of a ...
... effect of his best scenes , by wearying the reader before the emphatic moment has arrived . It is very unartistic to jade the attention , as it destroys the keenness of appreciation when it is most required to heighten the effect of a ...
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... effect , and the masses are more moved by the tout - ensemble than by the surprising finish of any individual part . The coherency of a book is , in short , its life as well as its beauty . However finely worked out some parts of Mr ...
... effect , and the masses are more moved by the tout - ensemble than by the surprising finish of any individual part . The coherency of a book is , in short , its life as well as its beauty . However finely worked out some parts of Mr ...
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... effects produced by the Old Masters . Indeed , authors and painters are fellow artists ; one works with words , the other with colors ; one reaches nature through the eye , the other through the ear . The advantage , however , lies with ...
... effects produced by the Old Masters . Indeed , authors and painters are fellow artists ; one works with words , the other with colors ; one reaches nature through the eye , the other through the ear . The advantage , however , lies with ...
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... effect . No man of genius need fear criticism , however boldly uttered ; it is the charlatan alone who fears the ... effects by the subdued tone of the narrative . This death scene is admirably in keeping with the whole life of Natty ...
... effect . No man of genius need fear criticism , however boldly uttered ; it is the charlatan alone who fears the ... effects by the subdued tone of the narrative . This death scene is admirably in keeping with the whole life of Natty ...
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... ; a novelist should instruct by implication , and argue by insinuation . When he becomes didactic he ceases to be romantic , and the effect is neutralized . RALPH WALDO EMERSON . EMERSON is certainly one of the 48 COOPER . JAMES FENIMORE.
... ; a novelist should instruct by implication , and argue by insinuation . When he becomes didactic he ceases to be romantic , and the effect is neutralized . RALPH WALDO EMERSON . EMERSON is certainly one of the 48 COOPER . JAMES FENIMORE.
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Página 130 - 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,
Página 127 - 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 208 - 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.
Página 129 - 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.
Página 128 - 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.
Página 84 - 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...
Página 194 - 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.
Página 219 - 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.
Página 127 - 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...
Página 159 - 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.