The Living Authors of America: 1st serStringer and Townsend, 1850 - 365 pages |
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... speak thus ex cathedrâ . With this explanation , we lay our remarks on the most emi- nent authors of this Great Nation before our readers , reiterat- ing that , owing to our having so frequently heard INTRODUCTION . vii.
... speak thus ex cathedrâ . With this explanation , we lay our remarks on the most emi- nent authors of this Great Nation before our readers , reiterat- ing that , owing to our having so frequently heard INTRODUCTION . vii.
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... speak as they im- pressed us . It must always be borne in mind that a novelist labors under a disadvantage when he is drawing human nature , which he does not when he is painting nature's scenery ; as a matter of necessity , he must ...
... speak as they im- pressed us . It must always be borne in mind that a novelist labors under a disadvantage when he is drawing human nature , which he does not when he is painting nature's scenery ; as a matter of necessity , he must ...
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... 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 headlong into the sea ...
... 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 headlong into the sea ...
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... speaking truth to one of thy holy office . They have told thee there was a criminal here in the Lagunes , who hath provoked the anger of St. Mark ? ' * * * * * * * ** " Thou speakest of another ! -thou art not then the criminal they ...
... speaking truth to one of thy holy office . They have told thee there was a criminal here in the Lagunes , who hath provoked the anger of St. Mark ? ' * * * * * * * ** " Thou speakest of another ! -thou art not then the criminal they ...
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... speak aloud our thoughts , or our ideal occupations , we should find the world was a mass of madmen ; that is , according to the present test . The maniac is one who speaks and acts , as all of us think and feel . What criminals should ...
... speak aloud our thoughts , or our ideal occupations , we should find the world was a mass of madmen ; that is , according to the present test . The maniac is one who speaks and acts , as all of us think and feel . What criminals should ...
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Page 127 - 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.
Page 114 - 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.
Page 208 - 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.
Page 84 - 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...
Page 129 - That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door; Darkness there and nothing more.
Page 194 - 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.
Page 126 - 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.
Page 127 - 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...
Page 159 - 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.
Page 128 - 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.