The Irish Quarterly Review, Том 5,Часть 1W. B. Kelly, 1855 |
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... dear , dear mother , sitting in her arm chair looking at them , with her old times placid smile ; and my father and you doing whatever you liked . Tush ! Perhaps this is foolish and utopian of me . Yet we must live together : that is ...
... dear , dear mother , sitting in her arm chair looking at them , with her old times placid smile ; and my father and you doing whatever you liked . Tush ! Perhaps this is foolish and utopian of me . Yet we must live together : that is ...
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... dear Father , " London , January 28th , 1825 . - . I have to inform you , that I have kept back at Covent Garden to watch the fate of a play by This play I judged would not succeed , and my judgment has proved good . It was repeated ...
... dear Father , " London , January 28th , 1825 . - . I have to inform you , that I have kept back at Covent Garden to watch the fate of a play by This play I judged would not succeed , and my judgment has proved good . It was repeated ...
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... dear mother's good health . Were she ever so ill , I know the expectation of seeing ME ( you see I am growing riotous in my own good opinion ) will speedily make her well . " He accompanied his wife to France , and having secured ...
... dear mother's good health . Were she ever so ill , I know the expectation of seeing ME ( you see I am growing riotous in my own good opinion ) will speedily make her well . " He accompanied his wife to France , and having secured ...
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... dear Michael , 66 London , April 6th , 1825 . Our tales have not been announced in the usual manner , and I will tell you why . A certain literary gentleman , an Irishman too , of undoubted talent , he being aware of the nature of our ...
... dear Michael , 66 London , April 6th , 1825 . Our tales have not been announced in the usual manner , and I will tell you why . A certain literary gentleman , an Irishman too , of undoubted talent , he being aware of the nature of our ...
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... dear Michael , " London , May 1st , 1825 . You ask me a very vital question - How do the books sell ? Very well . The publishers are quite contented : big with hopes and withal benevolent . On mature reflection , I venture to solve ...
... dear Michael , " London , May 1st , 1825 . You ask me a very vital question - How do the books sell ? Very well . The publishers are quite contented : big with hopes and withal benevolent . On mature reflection , I venture to solve ...
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Стр. 574 - Be that word our sign of parting, bird, or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting: "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! Quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
Стр. 574 - Nevermore." "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!— prophet still, if bird or devil! — Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted — On this Home by Horror haunted — tell me truly I implore — Is there — is there balm in Gilead? tell me — tell me, I implore!
Стр. 574 - I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er, — But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er She shall press ah nevermore ! Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch!
Стр. 200 - 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.
Стр. 574 - thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.
Стр. 576 - 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.
Стр. 579 - And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays; Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten; Every clod feels a stir of might, •An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
Стр. 579 - Tis enough for us now that the leaves are green; We sit in the warm shade and feel right well How the sap creeps up and the blossoms swell; We may shut our eyes, but we cannot help knowing That skies are clear and grass is growing...
Стр. 459 - Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls, Come hither, the dances are done, In gloss of satin and glimmer of pearls, Queen lily and rose in one; Shine out, little head, sunning over with curls, To the flowers, and be their sun.
Стр. 201 - O what a glory doth this world put on For him who, with a fervent heart, goes forth Under the bright and glorious sky, and looks On duties well performed, and days well spent ! For him the wind, ay, and the yellow leaves Shall have a voice, and give him eloquent teachings, He shall so hear the solemn hymn, that Death Has lifted up for all, that he shall go To his long resting-place without a tear.