The Living Authors of America: 1st serStringer and Townsend, 1850 - 365 ページ |
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... carried the young spirit on is lessened , and the beaten path is of course preferred to the labor of making another track in a new direction . Mr. Cooper's novels of Mercedes of Castile and the Bravo of Venice , are evidences that he ...
... carried the young spirit on is lessened , and the beaten path is of course preferred to the labor of making another track in a new direction . Mr. Cooper's novels of Mercedes of Castile and the Bravo of Venice , are evidences that he ...
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... carried to the full extent of its capacity of enjoyment or thought , and still the author is not exhausted . It is this which stamps Shakspeare as indisputably the first of Poets -- the peasant and the philoso- pher are alike instructed ...
... carried to the full extent of its capacity of enjoyment or thought , and still the author is not exhausted . It is this which stamps Shakspeare as indisputably the first of Poets -- the peasant and the philoso- pher are alike instructed ...
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... carried to an unnatural extent . Love is natural , but when this passion for an object carries us beyond reason it becomes a monomania . Judged by this rule , Long Tom Coffin is a monomaniac , for no rational being would destroy himself ...
... carried to an unnatural extent . Love is natural , but when this passion for an object carries us beyond reason it becomes a monomania . Judged by this rule , Long Tom Coffin is a monomaniac , for no rational being would destroy himself ...
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... carried off by the sea . If ye are about to strive for your life , take with ye a stout heart and a clean conscience , and trust the rest to God ! ' " God ! ' echoed Dillon in the madness of his phrensy ; ' I know no God ! there is no ...
... carried off by the sea . If ye are about to strive for your life , take with ye a stout heart and a clean conscience , and trust the rest to God ! ' " God ! ' echoed Dillon in the madness of his phrensy ; ' I know no God ! there is no ...
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... their natures was becoming vociferous for sustenance . On a sudden they beheld a baker carrying a large basket of newly - baked loaves ; veni , vidi , vici , was the order of the day ; swift as thought JAMES 39 FENIMORE COOPER .
... their natures was becoming vociferous for sustenance . On a sudden they beheld a baker carrying a large basket of newly - baked loaves ; veni , vidi , vici , was the order of the day ; swift as thought JAMES 39 FENIMORE COOPER .
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115 ページ - TO HELEN. Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece And the grandeur that was Rome.
129 ページ - 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.
84 ページ - 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...
208 ページ - 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.
126 ページ - IT WAS many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.
228 ページ - AT midnight, in his guarded tent, The Turk was dreaming of the hour When Greece, her knee in suppliance bent, Should tremble at his power ; In dreams, through camp and court, he bore The trophies of a conqueror ; In dreams his song of triumph heard. Then wore his monarch's signet ring, Then pressed that monarch's throne — a King ; As wild his thoughts, and gay of wing, As Eden's garden bird.
231 ページ - ... when she fears For him the joy of her young years, Thinks of thy fate, and checks her tears; And she, the mother of thy boys, Though in her eye and faded cheek Is read the grief she will not speak, The memory of her buried joys, And even she who gave thee birth, Will, by their pilgrim-circled hearth, Talk of thy doom without a sigh; For thou art Freedom's now, and Fame's: One of the few, the immortal names, That were not born to die.
127 ページ - For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee...
127 ページ - 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...
156 ページ - Sound needed none, Nor any voice of joy; his spirit drank The spectacle: sensation, soul, and form, All melted into him; they swallowed up His animal being ; in them did he live, And by them did he live; they were his life. In such access of mind, in such high hour Of visitation from the living God, Thought was not; in enjoyment it expired.