The Ridpath Library of Universal Literature: A Biographical and Bibliographical Summary of the World's Most Eminent Authors, Including the Choicest Extracts and Masterpieces from Their Writings, Том 6Avil Printing Company, 1903 |
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... never written a word for the press , never dreamed of turning au- thor ; but the spell was on her , and seizing a pen , within two or three hours she had.composed the first chapter of Hobomok just as it is printed . She showed it to her ...
... never written a word for the press , never dreamed of turning au- thor ; but the spell was on her , and seizing a pen , within two or three hours she had.composed the first chapter of Hobomok just as it is printed . She showed it to her ...
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... never heard him express an impure thought or make an indelicate allusion . There is noth- ing I ever heard him say that could not be repeated in the presence of women . He never used profane lan- guage . He was very temperate in eating ...
... never heard him express an impure thought or make an indelicate allusion . There is noth- ing I ever heard him say that could not be repeated in the presence of women . He never used profane lan- guage . He was very temperate in eating ...
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... never heard him express an impure thought or make an indelicate allusion . There is noth- ing I ever heard him say that could not be repeated in the presence of women . He never used profane lan- guage . He was very temperate in eating ...
... never heard him express an impure thought or make an indelicate allusion . There is noth- ing I ever heard him say that could not be repeated in the presence of women . He never used profane lan- guage . He was very temperate in eating ...
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... never been more strongly moved by music . As verse after verse of the grand tune rolled through the dim vaults of the church with a mighty triumph , it appeared to my fancy as if the effi- gies and pictures on the walls began to shake ...
... never been more strongly moved by music . As verse after verse of the grand tune rolled through the dim vaults of the church with a mighty triumph , it appeared to my fancy as if the effi- gies and pictures on the walls began to shake ...
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... never intended to hurt him . - From The Apology . " MY DISCRETION . " Let me give you another instance of my discretion , more desperate than that of preferring the stage to any other views of life . One might think that the madness of ...
... never intended to hurt him . - From The Apology . " MY DISCRETION . " Let me give you another instance of my discretion , more desperate than that of preferring the stage to any other views of life . One might think that the madness of ...
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Стр. 203 - I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach.
Стр. 199 - Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, So sweet, we know not we are listening to it, Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending with my Thought, Yea, with my Life and Life's own secret Joy : Till the dilating Soul, enrapt, transfused, Into the mighty Vision passing — there As in her natural form, swelled vast to Heaven...
Стр. 200 - ... Ye ice-falls ! ye, that, from the mountain's brow, Adown enormous ravines slope amain, — Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge ! Motionless torrents ! silent cataracts ! Who made you glorious as the gates of heaven Beneath the keen full moon ? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows ? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet ? " God ! " let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer : and let the ice-plains...
Стр. 199 - Form ! Risest from forth thy silent Sea of Pines, How silently ! Around thee and above Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass : methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge ! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy...
Стр. 233 - With woeful measures wan Despair — Low sullen sounds his grief beguiled, A solemn, strange, and mingled air, 'Twas sad by fits, by starts 'twas wild.
Стр. 203 - O pure of heart ! thou need'st not ask of me What this strong music in the soul may be ! What, and wherein it doth exist, This light, this glory, this fair luminous mist, This beautiful and beauty-making power.
Стр. 201 - Thou too, hoar Mount! with thy sky-pointing peaks, Oft from whose feet the avalanche, unheard, Shoots downward, glittering through the pure serene Into the depth of clouds, that veil thy breast — Thou too again, stupendous Mountain ! thou That as I raise my head, awhile bowed low In adoration, upward from thy base Slow travelling with dim eyes suffused with tears, Solemnly seemest, like a vapoury cloud...
Стр. 203 - Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company! To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends, And youths and maidens gay!
Стр. 234 - When Cheerfulness, a nymph of healthiest hue, Her bow across her shoulder flung, Her buskins gornmod with morning dew, Blew an inspiring air, that dale and thicket rung— The hunter's call, to faun and dryad known!
Стр. 203 - O Lady ! we receive but what we give, And in our life alone does Nature live : Ours is her wedding garment, ours her shroud...