The Living Authors of America: 1st serStringer and Townsend, 1850 - 365 ページ |
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... looked up at the panel - then down on the ground — and then in a very oracular tone of voice said , " My deliberate opinion is , that nothing will so well be- come that space as a very large Red Lion ! 10 COOPER . JAMES FENIMORE.
... looked up at the panel - then down on the ground — and then in a very oracular tone of voice said , " My deliberate opinion is , that nothing will so well be- come that space as a very large Red Lion ! 10 COOPER . JAMES FENIMORE.
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... voice of the other saying , " I have it at last ; —what say you of another Red Lion — smaller than the other , but made very much redder , in order to com- pensate for the loss of dimensions : it will make an admirable companion picture ...
... voice of the other saying , " I have it at last ; —what say you of another Red Lion — smaller than the other , but made very much redder , in order to com- pensate for the loss of dimensions : it will make an admirable companion picture ...
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... voice that betrayed the agony of fear , though his words expressed the renewal of hope , ' we shall be able to walk to land . ' 666 There was One , and only One , to whose feet the waters were the same as a dry deck , ' returned the ...
... voice that betrayed the agony of fear , though his words expressed the renewal of hope , ' we shall be able to walk to land . ' 666 There was One , and only One , to whose feet the waters were the same as a dry deck , ' returned the ...
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... voice that seemed to speak in the elements ; blasphemer , peace ! ' The heavy groaning , produced by the water in the timbers of the Ariel , at that moment added its impulse to the raging feelings of Dillon , and he cast himself ...
... voice that seemed to speak in the elements ; blasphemer , peace ! ' The heavy groaning , produced by the water in the timbers of the Ariel , at that moment added its impulse to the raging feelings of Dillon , and he cast himself ...
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... voice that was touched with pious fervor . The upward expectant eye , with the withered lineaments of the fisher- man , and the holy calm of the monk , formed a picture of resig- nation and hope that angels would have loved to witness ...
... voice that was touched with pious fervor . The upward expectant eye , with the withered lineaments of the fisher- man , and the holy calm of the monk , formed a picture of resig- nation and hope that angels would have loved to witness ...
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130 ページ - 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,
127 ページ - 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.
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.
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.
128 ページ - 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.
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...
194 ページ - 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.
219 ページ - 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.
127 ページ - 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...
159 ページ - 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.