The American Monthly Magazine, 第 1 巻Peirce and Williams, 1829 |
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... voice whose very whisper is sweeter than it all . There are some who are said to have a passion for music , and they ... voices to your ear as if their sweetness was linked by an accurate finger ; yet the wind is but a fitful player ...
... voice whose very whisper is sweeter than it all . There are some who are said to have a passion for music , and they ... voices to your ear as if their sweetness was linked by an accurate finger ; yet the wind is but a fitful player ...
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... voices of nature is so ravishing , as to make him forget his suffering , and die gently , like one in a pleasant trance . And so , when the last moment approaches , they take him from close the shieling , and bear him out into the open ...
... voices of nature is so ravishing , as to make him forget his suffering , and die gently , like one in a pleasant trance . And so , when the last moment approaches , they take him from close the shieling , and bear him out into the open ...
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... voice of man , heard in the distance over all , like a singer among instruments , giving them meaning and language ! And then , if your ear is delicate , you have minded how all these sounds grew softer and sweeter as the exhalations of ...
... voice of man , heard in the distance over all , like a singer among instruments , giving them meaning and language ! And then , if your ear is delicate , you have minded how all these sounds grew softer and sweeter as the exhalations of ...
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... the moan- ning of those withered leaves has press'd down my heart like a sorrow , and the cheerful fire and the voices of my many sisters , might scarce remove it . snow . Then , for the music of winter , 8 Unwritten Music .
... the moan- ning of those withered leaves has press'd down my heart like a sorrow , and the cheerful fire and the voices of my many sisters , might scarce remove it . snow . Then , for the music of winter , 8 Unwritten Music .
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... voice . I doubt whether all voices are not capable of it , though there must be degrees in it as in beauty . The tones of affection in all children are sweet , and we know not how much their unpleasantness in after life may be the ...
... voice . I doubt whether all voices are not capable of it , though there must be degrees in it as in beauty . The tones of affection in all children are sweet , and we know not how much their unpleasantness in after life may be the ...
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438 ページ - Thy brother Death came, and cried, ' Wouldst thou me ? ' Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noon-tide bee, ' Shall I nestle near thy side ? Wouldst thou me '? — And I replied,
267 ページ - He was the man who of all modern, and perhaps ancient poets, had the largest and most comprehensive soul. All the images of nature were still present to him, and he drew them not laboriously, but luckily : when he describes anything, you more than see it, you feel it too.
434 ページ - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are ; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony.
433 ページ - The City's voice itself is soft like Solitude's. I see the Deep's untrampled floor With green and purple seaweeds strown ; I see the waves upon the shore, Like light dissolved in star-showers, thrown : I sit upon the sands alone, The lightning of the noontide ocean Is flashing round me, and a tone Arises from its measured motion, How sweet ! did any heart now share in my emotion. III. Alas ! I have nor hope nor health, Nor peace within nor calm around...
267 ページ - This is mentioned to vindicate tragedy from the small esteem, or rather infamy, which in the account of many it undergoes at this day, with other common interludes; happening through the poets' error of intermixing comic stuff with tragic sadness and gravity, or introducing trivial and vulgar persons; which by all judicious hath been counted absurd and brought in without discretion, corruptly to gratify the people.
274 ページ - Caesar must bleed for it. And, gentle friends, Let's kill him boldly, but not wrathfully; Let's carve him as a dish fit for the gods, Not hew him as a carcass fit for hounds...
438 ページ - TO NIGHT SWIFTLY walk o'er the western wave, Spirit of Night! Out of the misty eastern cave Where, all the long and lone daylight, Thou wovest dreams of joy and fear, Which make thee terrible and dear, Swift be thy flight! Wrap thy form in a mantle gray, Star-inwrought! Blind with thine hair the eyes of Day; Kiss her until she be wearied out, Then wander o'er city, and sea, and land, Touching all with thine opiate wand— Come, long-sought!
260 ページ - Next, for hear me out now, readers, that I may tell ye whither my younger feet wandered, I betook me among those lofty fables and romances which recount in solemn cantos the deeds of knighthood founded by our victorious kings, and from hence had in renown over all Christendom.
21 ページ - And time and place are lost ; where eldest Night And Chaos, ancestors of Nature, hold Eternal anarchy, amidst the noise Of endless wars, and by confusion stand...
168 ページ - O'er the dark trees a yellower verdure shed, And tip with silver every mountain's head ; Then shine the vales, the rocks in prospect rise, A flood of glory bursts from all the skies : The conscious swains, rejoicing in the sight, Eye the blue vault, and bless the useful light.