The Living Authors of America: 1st serStringer and Townsend, 1850 - 365 ページ |
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... fair weather , your case would be less to be pitied in this tempest . ' 666 Do you still think there is much danger ? ' asked Dillon . " To them that have reason to fear death . Listen ! do that hollow noise beneath ye ?? " " Tis the ...
... fair weather , your case would be less to be pitied in this tempest . ' 666 Do you still think there is much danger ? ' asked Dillon . " To them that have reason to fear death . Listen ! do that hollow noise beneath ye ?? " " Tis the ...
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... fair , Sipping only what is sweet , Thou dost mock at fate and care , Leave the chaff , and take the wheat ; When the fierce northwestern blast Cools sea and land so far and fast , Thou already slumberest deep ; Woe and want thou canst ...
... fair , Sipping only what is sweet , Thou dost mock at fate and care , Leave the chaff , and take the wheat ; When the fierce northwestern blast Cools sea and land so far and fast , Thou already slumberest deep ; Woe and want thou canst ...
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... the tyrant's power , So fair , so calm , so softly sealed , The first , last look by death revealed . " Although these vices of style pervade to a great extent the poems of Mr. Willis , there are many occasions 84 NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS .
... the tyrant's power , So fair , so calm , so softly sealed , The first , last look by death revealed . " Although these vices of style pervade to a great extent the poems of Mr. Willis , there are many occasions 84 NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS .
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... Fair were his locks : his snowy teeth divided A bow of love , drawn with a scarlet thread . His cheek was like the moist heart of the rose , And but for nostrils of that breathing fire That turns the lion back , and limbs as lithe As is ...
... Fair were his locks : his snowy teeth divided A bow of love , drawn with a scarlet thread . His cheek was like the moist heart of the rose , And but for nostrils of that breathing fire That turns the lion back , and limbs as lithe As is ...
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... fair angler . With that presence of mind so eminently characteristic of the beautiful part of creation , she pulled the rod from the water , and there , sure enough , was a monstrous fish , almost as large as a perch . While the poor ...
... fair angler . With that presence of mind so eminently characteristic of the beautiful part of creation , she pulled the rod from the water , and there , sure enough , was a monstrous fish , almost as large as a perch . While the poor ...
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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.