The Living Authors of America: 1st serStringer and Townsend, 1850 - Всего страниц: 365 |
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... The family likeness is too strong to admit of a doubt . As we have remarked before , this does not invariably ignore the existence of genius , it merely throws it out of its universality : we use 24 COOPER . JAMES FENIMORE.
... The family likeness is too strong to admit of a doubt . As we have remarked before , this does not invariably ignore the existence of genius , it merely throws it out of its universality : we use 24 COOPER . JAMES FENIMORE.
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... word painting we quote the following . " The near approach of the strange gondola now attracted the whole attention of the old man . It came swiftly towards him , impelled by six strong oars , and his eye turned 30 COOPER . JAMES FENIMORE.
... word painting we quote the following . " The near approach of the strange gondola now attracted the whole attention of the old man . It came swiftly towards him , impelled by six strong oars , and his eye turned 30 COOPER . JAMES FENIMORE.
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... strong , and he hath offended those who have so long borne with him . God forgive me , that I have had com- munion with such a man ! but when the heart is heavy , the pity of even a dog will warm our feelings . Few care for me now , or ...
... strong , and he hath offended those who have so long borne with him . God forgive me , that I have had com- munion with such a man ! but when the heart is heavy , the pity of even a dog will warm our feelings . Few care for me now , or ...
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... he is gone ? " this ! ' * * * * * * * * * * " The Carmelite , who had arisen , instantly reseated himself , like one actuated by a strong impulse . " I thought he had already been far beyond pursuit 32 COOPER . JAMES FENIMORE.
... he is gone ? " this ! ' * * * * * * * * * * " The Carmelite , who had arisen , instantly reseated himself , like one actuated by a strong impulse . " I thought he had already been far beyond pursuit 32 COOPER . JAMES FENIMORE.
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... strong suspicion he was eminently ridiculous on certain occasions , and yet this very man was to himself his own hero : thus con- firming the saying , that no one was a hero in the eyes of his valet , but always in his own . The horror ...
... strong suspicion he was eminently ridiculous on certain occasions , and yet this very man was to himself his own hero : thus con- firming the saying , that no one was a hero in the eyes of his valet , but always in his own . The horror ...
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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.