Literature of the English Language: Comprising Representative Selections from the Best Authors, Also Lists of Contemporaneous Writers and Their Principal WorksIvison, Blakeman, Taylor & Company, 1872 - 640 Seiten |
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... heard , All around them and below , The sound of hammers , blow on blow , Knocking away the shores and spurs . And see ! she stirs ! She starts ! she moves ! she seems to feel The thrill of life along her keel ! And , spurning with her ...
... heard , All around them and below , The sound of hammers , blow on blow , Knocking away the shores and spurs . And see ! she stirs ! She starts ! she moves ! she seems to feel The thrill of life along her keel ! And , spurning with her ...
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... heard the cataract's laughter , Heard the Falls of Minnehaha Calling to him through the silence . " Pleasant is the sound , " he murmured ; " Pleasant is the voice that calls me . " On the outskirts of the forest , " Twixt the shadow ...
... heard the cataract's laughter , Heard the Falls of Minnehaha Calling to him through the silence . " Pleasant is the sound , " he murmured ; " Pleasant is the voice that calls me . " On the outskirts of the forest , " Twixt the shadow ...
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... heard a footstep , Heard a rustling in the branches ; And with glowing cheek and forehead , With the deer across his shoulders , Suddenly from out the woodlands Hiawatha stood before them . Straight the ancient arrow - maker Looked up ...
... heard a footstep , Heard a rustling in the branches ; And with glowing cheek and forehead , With the deer across his shoulders , Suddenly from out the woodlands Hiawatha stood before them . Straight the ancient arrow - maker Looked up ...
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... heard the youth's low moaning , and his struggling breath of pain ; And she raised the cooling water to his parching lips again . Whispered low the dying soldier , pressed her hand , and faintly smiled : Was that pitying face his ...
... heard the youth's low moaning , and his struggling breath of pain ; And she raised the cooling water to his parching lips again . Whispered low the dying soldier , pressed her hand , and faintly smiled : Was that pitying face his ...
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... : Blessings on the barefoot boy ! Oh for boyhood's time of June , Crowding years in one brief moon , When all things I heard or saw , Me , their master , waited for ! I was rich in flowers and trees , Humming - 72 ENGLISH LITERATURE .
... : Blessings on the barefoot boy ! Oh for boyhood's time of June , Crowding years in one brief moon , When all things I heard or saw , Me , their master , waited for ! I was rich in flowers and trees , Humming - 72 ENGLISH LITERATURE .
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Alba Longa Anglo-Saxon Antony arms bear beauty behold Brutus Cæsar called Casca Cassius Cicero Cinna dark dead death deep doth dread earth England English eternal father fear feel fire flowers genius give hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven History honor hope human ides of March JOHN Julius Cæsar king knew labor land learned leave light living look lord Mark Antony Milton mind nature never night noble o'er Oliver Cromwell once palimpsest Paradise Lost passion pleasure poems poet poetry poor pride queen rest Rip Van Winkle rocks Rome round seemed shore smile soul sound speak spirit stand sweet taste tell thee thine thing thou thought tion Titinius truth virtue voice Warren Hastings wild WILLIAM wind words
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Seite 380 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar. I love not man the less, but Nature more...
Seite 381 - Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play — Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow — Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now. Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests : in all time, Calm or convulsed — in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving ; — boundless, endless, and sublime — The image of Eternity — the throne Of the Invisible ; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made ; each zone...
Seite 103 - Leave my loneliness unbroken! quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, . And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted —...
Seite 250 - Their colours and their forms were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, or any interest Unborrowed from the eye. That time is past, And all its aching joys are now no more, And all its dizzy raptures.
Seite 102 - Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore ! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken! quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
Seite 559 - Reading maketh a full man; conference a ready man; and writing an exact man. And therefore, if a man write little, he had need have a great memory; if he confer little, he had need have a present wit: and if he read little, he had need have much cunning, to seem to know that he doth not.
Seite 296 - Down dropt the breeze, the sails dropt down 'Twas sad as sad could be; And we did speak only to break The silence of the sea! All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean. Water, water, everywhere, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water everywhere Nor any drop to drink.
Seite 461 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden-flower grows wild; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year. Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place...
Seite 102 - Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore, What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking "Nevermore." This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that...
Seite 410 - That thus they all shall meet in future days : There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear; While circling Time moves round in an eternal sphere.