The Living Authors of America: 1st serStringer and Townsend, 1850 - Всего страниц: 365 |
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... less sketches , which have nothing to recommend them beyond the carefulness of their finish ; it is a very safe and a very easy way to found a reputation upon the fidelity of minute descrip- tion . What powers of mind are required to ...
... less sketches , which have nothing to recommend them beyond the carefulness of their finish ; it is a very safe and a very easy way to found a reputation upon the fidelity of minute descrip- tion . What powers of mind are required to ...
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... less destroy the truth . We shall not enter into the improbabilities of the plot , but endeavor to illustrate Mr. Cooper's genius by bringing before the reader the scene where the old sailor perishes suicidally in the vessel . It is so ...
... less destroy the truth . We shall not enter into the improbabilities of the plot , but endeavor to illustrate Mr. Cooper's genius by bringing before the reader the scene where the old sailor perishes suicidally in the vessel . It is so ...
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... less to be pitied in this tempest . ' “ Do you still think there is much danger ? ' asked Dillon . 666 " To them that have reason to fear death . Listen ! do you hear that hollow noise beneath ye ? ' " " " Tis the wind , driving by the ...
... less to be pitied in this tempest . ' “ Do you still think there is much danger ? ' asked Dillon . 666 " To them that have reason to fear death . Listen ! do you hear that hollow noise beneath ye ? ' " " " Tis the wind , driving by the ...
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... less his duty on the other hand as a soldier to obey the orders of his superior officer . After this digression we shall enter one of Mr. Cooper's forests and refresh our readers ' attention . We must premise that this is by no means ...
... less his duty on the other hand as a soldier to obey the orders of his superior officer . After this digression we shall enter one of Mr. Cooper's forests and refresh our readers ' attention . We must premise that this is by no means ...
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... less than between action and narration . The dramatist includes the novelist and the romancist . The latter may eke out his short- comings by description , as a man in an equivocal position may explain the ambiguity away , and stultify ...
... less than between action and narration . The dramatist includes the novelist and the romancist . The latter may eke out his short- comings by description , as a man in an equivocal position may explain the ambiguity away , and stultify ...
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Стр. 130 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,— " Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, " art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore !" Quoth the Raven,
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 219 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A Creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food; For transient sorrows , simple wiles , Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Стр. 127 - 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: For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee...
Стр. 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.