The Living Authors of America: 1st serStringer and Townsend, 1850 - 365 Seiten |
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... earth- quake it was all occasioned by the aristocracy , in refusing reform to the people ! Mr. Canning said there was a parallel case in the monomania of a young village painter , of whom he had read when a boy . He had succeeded in ...
... earth- quake it was all occasioned by the aristocracy , in refusing reform to the people ! Mr. Canning said there was a parallel case in the monomania of a young village painter , of whom he had read when a boy . He had succeeded in ...
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... earth - the air - the skies , To him are opening Paradise . " The true secret of delight lies in the antagonism of Human Nature . The artificial creates a love for the natural , its oppo- site ; just as men love women - strength loves ...
... earth - the air - the skies , To him are opening Paradise . " The true secret of delight lies in the antagonism of Human Nature . The artificial creates a love for the natural , its oppo- site ; just as men love women - strength loves ...
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... earth , forget this wrong , and canst thou , in charity with thy fellows , pray to Him who died for the race , in behalf of those who have injured thee ? ' " Antonio bowed his head on his naked breast , and he seemed to commune with his ...
... earth , forget this wrong , and canst thou , in charity with thy fellows , pray to Him who died for the race , in behalf of those who have injured thee ? ' " Antonio bowed his head on his naked breast , and he seemed to commune with his ...
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... earth must be the result when a brutal and maddened soldiery is let loose upon a defenceless town ? " While we are on this subject , the mention of Leigh Hunt's name reminds us of a singular anecdote he told us one day . It is well ...
... earth must be the result when a brutal and maddened soldiery is let loose upon a defenceless town ? " While we are on this subject , the mention of Leigh Hunt's name reminds us of a singular anecdote he told us one day . It is well ...
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... earth my Emma lay , And yet I loved her more , For so it seemed , than till that day I e'er had loved before . " And in another poem , how truly he touches the tenderest portion of the heart , when he says : " If there is one who need ...
... earth my Emma lay , And yet I loved her more , For so it seemed , than till that day I e'er had loved before . " And in another poem , how truly he touches the tenderest portion of the heart , when he says : " If there is one who need ...
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Seite 115 - TO HELEN. Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece And the grandeur that was Rome.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 126 - IT WAS many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.
Seite 228 - AT midnight, in his guarded tent, The Turk was dreaming of the hour When Greece, her knee in suppliance bent, Should tremble at his power ; In dreams, through camp and court, he bore The trophies of a conqueror ; In dreams his song of triumph heard. Then wore his monarch's signet ring, Then pressed that monarch's throne — a King ; As wild his thoughts, and gay of wing, As Eden's garden bird.
Seite 231 - ... when she fears For him the joy of her young years, Thinks of thy fate, and checks her tears; And she, the mother of thy boys, Though in her eye and faded cheek Is read the grief she will not speak, The memory of her buried joys, And even she who gave thee birth, Will, by their pilgrim-circled hearth, Talk of thy doom without a sigh; For thou art Freedom's now, and Fame's: One of the few, the immortal names, That were not born to die.
Seite 127 - For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee...
Seite 127 - But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we 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...
Seite 156 - Sound needed none, Nor any voice of joy; his spirit drank The spectacle: sensation, soul, and form, All melted into him; they swallowed up His animal being ; in them did he live, And by them did he live; they were his life. In such access of mind, in such high hour Of visitation from the living God, Thought was not; in enjoyment it expired.