The Living Authors of America: 1st serStringer and Townsend, 1850 - 365 páginas |
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... object on entering his Hall . It would have been better had that been the family crest , but as that emblem of Heraldic distinction happened to be an owl , and as no ingenuity on the part of the painter could reasonably be expected to ...
... object on entering his Hall . It would have been better had that been the family crest , but as that emblem of Heraldic distinction happened to be an owl , and as no ingenuity on the part of the painter could reasonably be expected to ...
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... object as critics to the elaboration of his making one man the hero of five distinct works of fiction , although we feel sure we have negatived the criticism as readers . There is something to be sure in habit , which may perhaps make ...
... object as critics to the elaboration of his making one man the hero of five distinct works of fiction , although we feel sure we have negatived the criticism as readers . There is something to be sure in habit , which may perhaps make ...
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... object , and the overvaluing of it . In one sense every passion may be termed a monomania , but , though the line of demarcation varies in dif- ferent individuals , it is , nevertheless , very plainly defined . A monomania is a passion ...
... object , and the overvaluing of it . In one sense every passion may be termed a monomania , but , though the line of demarcation varies in dif- ferent individuals , it is , nevertheless , very plainly defined . A monomania is a passion ...
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... object ; he , however , blindly yielded to the call , and gradually changed his direction , until his face was once more turned towards the vessel . The current swept him diagonally by the rocks , and he was forced into an eddy , where ...
... object ; he , however , blindly yielded to the call , and gradually changed his direction , until his face was once more turned towards the vessel . The current swept him diagonally by the rocks , and he was forced into an eddy , where ...
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... objects within its width . When the fisherman saw that the Bravo had disappeared , he smiled and seemed at ease . 666 Aye , let them come here , ' he said ; it will give Jacopo more time . I doubt not the poor fellow hath struck a blow ...
... objects within its width . When the fisherman saw that the Bravo had disappeared , he smiled and seemed at ease . 666 Aye , let them come here , ' he said ; it will give Jacopo more time . I doubt not the poor fellow hath struck a blow ...
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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.