The American Whig Review, Том 1Wiley and Putnam, 1845 |
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... less . Foreign productions sent over , ticketed and labelled , receive an imprim- atur accordingly ; the writings of our own countrymen , deserving of cordial and ready praise , must often wait for the dic- ta of foreign judges ; and a ...
... less . Foreign productions sent over , ticketed and labelled , receive an imprim- atur accordingly ; the writings of our own countrymen , deserving of cordial and ready praise , must often wait for the dic- ta of foreign judges ; and a ...
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... less and less frequent among them . In short , it is in every sense of the word a New Democracy , presenting new issues , new measures of destruction , a new and unexampled spirit of ultra- radicalism , of which those whom they claim as ...
... less and less frequent among them . In short , it is in every sense of the word a New Democracy , presenting new issues , new measures of destruction , a new and unexampled spirit of ultra- radicalism , of which those whom they claim as ...
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... less proportion to the tonnage , and therefore a less average speed can be obtained than in short trips . Some recommended the proportion of four , some of three tons to each horse pow- er , and between these opinion fluctuated . In the ...
... less proportion to the tonnage , and therefore a less average speed can be obtained than in short trips . Some recommended the proportion of four , some of three tons to each horse pow- er , and between these opinion fluctuated . In the ...
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... Less by kingly power than grace . Our Euripides , the human- With his droppings of warm tears ; And his touches of things common , " Till they rose to touch the spheres ! Our Theocritus , our Bion , And our Pindar's shining goals ...
... Less by kingly power than grace . Our Euripides , the human- With his droppings of warm tears ; And his touches of things common , " Till they rose to touch the spheres ! Our Theocritus , our Bion , And our Pindar's shining goals ...
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... less to do ? For we sometimes gently wrangled ; Very gently , be it said , - For our thoughts were disentangled By no breaking of the thread ! And I charged you with extortions On the nobler fames of old- Ay , and sometimes thought your ...
... less to do ? For we sometimes gently wrangled ; Very gently , be it said , - For our thoughts were disentangled By no breaking of the thread ! And I charged you with extortions On the nobler fames of old- Ay , and sometimes thought your ...
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Стр. 145 - 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. 145 - 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 ! " Quoth the Raven,
Стр. 60 - O Lady! we receive but what we give, And in our life alone does Nature live : Ours is her wedding garment, ours her shroud ! And would we aught behold, of higher worth, Than that inanimate cold world allowed To the poor loveless ever-anxious crowd, Ah ! from the soul itself must issue forth A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud Enveloping the Earth — And from the soul itself must there be sent A sweet and potent voice, of its own birth, Of all sweet sounds the life and element ! O pure of heart!
Стр. 484 - Dreams, books, are each a world ; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good : Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, Our pastime and our happiness will grow.
Стр. 143 - Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; — vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore, For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore: Nameless here for evermore.
Стр. 144 - For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door — Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as "Nevermore.
Стр. 144 - Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he ; not a minute...
Стр. 484 - Many a man lives a burden to the earth; but a good book is the precious life-blood of a master spirit, embalmed and treasured up on purpose to a life beyond life.
Стр. 185 - What is the cause, Laertes, That thy rebellion looks so giant-like ? Let him go, Gertrude ; do not fear our person ; There's such divinity doth hedge a king, That treason can but peep to what it would, Acts little of his will.
Стр. 144 - 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. Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?