The Living Authors of America: 1st serStringer and Townsend, 1850 - 365 Seiten |
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... an atmosphere rather than a world . The conclusion of this beautiful string of suggestive ques- tionings and half - answered doubts is very fine . " All that's good and great with thee Works in 52 RALPH WALDO EMERSON .
... an atmosphere rather than a world . The conclusion of this beautiful string of suggestive ques- tionings and half - answered doubts is very fine . " All that's good and great with thee Works in 52 RALPH WALDO EMERSON .
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1st ser Thomas Powell. " All that's good and great with thee Works in close conspiracy ; Thou hast bribed the dark and lonely To report thy features only , And the cold and purple morning , Itself with thoughts of thee adorning : The ...
1st ser Thomas Powell. " All that's good and great with thee Works in close conspiracy ; Thou hast bribed the dark and lonely To report thy features only , And the cold and purple morning , Itself with thoughts of thee adorning : The ...
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... thee , And mine were nothing had I such to give ; But when I stood beneath the fresh green tree , Which living waves where thou didst cease to live , And saw around me the wide field revive , With fruits and fertile promise , and the ...
... thee , And mine were nothing had I such to give ; But when I stood beneath the fresh green tree , Which living waves where thou didst cease to live , And saw around me the wide field revive , With fruits and fertile promise , and the ...
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... bee , Where thou art is clime for me . Let them sail for Porto Rique , Far - off heats thro ' seas to seek ; I will follow thee alone , Thou animated torrid zone ! Zigzag steerer , desert cheerer , Let me chase thy 58 EMERSON . RALPH WALDO.
... bee , Where thou art is clime for me . Let them sail for Porto Rique , Far - off heats thro ' seas to seek ; I will follow thee alone , Thou animated torrid zone ! Zigzag steerer , desert cheerer , Let me chase thy 58 EMERSON . RALPH WALDO.
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... thee on to Heaven . " The close of this is certainly too much in the old orthodox school , but they are almost entirely free from the faults of style we have before objected to . There seems to us a great affinity between the poetry of ...
... thee on to Heaven . " The close of this is certainly too much in the old orthodox school , but they are almost entirely free from the faults of style we have before objected to . There seems to us a great affinity between the poetry of ...
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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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Seite 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.
Seite 114 - 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 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 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 129 - That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door; Darkness there and nothing more.
Seite 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.
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 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 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.
Seite 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.