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As a Journalist III In 1835 , when he was 36 years old , his poem “ The Raven ”
appeared , and at once gave him entirely new standing among literary men . But
though it brought him distinction , it left him still dependent upon irregular literary
...
As a Journalist III In 1835 , when he was 36 years old , his poem “ The Raven ”
appeared , and at once gave him entirely new standing among literary men . But
though it brought him distinction , it left him still dependent upon irregular literary
...
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But it was not until his establishment in the Craigie house that he began once
more the serious effort to write poetry , the “ Psalm of Life ” published in the
Knickerbocker of October , 1838 , being the first token he gave of extraordinary
ability .
But it was not until his establishment in the Craigie house that he began once
more the serious effort to write poetry , the “ Psalm of Life ” published in the
Knickerbocker of October , 1838 , being the first token he gave of extraordinary
ability .
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... Shadows from the fitful firelight Dance upon the parlor wall ; Then the forms of
the departed Enter at the open door ; The beloved , the true - hearted , Come to
visit me once more ; He , the young and strong , who cherished Noble longings
for ...
... Shadows from the fitful firelight Dance upon the parlor wall ; Then the forms of
the departed Enter at the open door ; The beloved , the true - hearted , Come to
visit me once more ; He , the young and strong , who cherished Noble longings
for ...
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There was a pause in the fight which gave him opportunity to re - form his troops
and by his personal influence to infuse them with enthusiasm . At one o ' clock the
rebels attacked once more , but were repulsed . The Union army advanced ...
There was a pause in the fight which gave him opportunity to re - form his troops
and by his personal influence to infuse them with enthusiasm . At one o ' clock the
rebels attacked once more , but were repulsed . The Union army advanced ...
Page 80
... Telling the battle was on once more , And Sheridan twenty miles away . And
wider still those billows of war , Thundered along the horizon ' s bar ; And louder
yet into Winchester rolled The roar of that red sea uncontrolled , Making the blood
...
... Telling the battle was on once more , And Sheridan twenty miles away . And
wider still those billows of war , Thundered along the horizon ' s bar ; And louder
yet into Winchester rolled The roar of that red sea uncontrolled , Making the blood
...
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Page 293 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Page 169 - My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still; My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will; The ship is...
Page 17 - Hear the loud alarum bells— Brazen bells! What a tale of terror, now their turbulency tells! In the startled ear of night How they scream out their affright! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire...
Page 31 - There is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted!
Page 302 - Soon as the little ones chip the shell, Six wide mouths are open for food; Robert of Lincoln bestirs him well, Gathering seeds for the hungry brood. Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink; This new life is likely to be Hard for a gay young fellow like me. Chee, chee, chee.
Page 16 - Hear the sledges with the bells, Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells.' How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars, that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Page 90 - Every change of season, every change of weather, indeed every hour of the day, produces some change in the magical hues and shapes of these mountains ; and they are regarded by all the good wives, far and near, as perfect barometers. When the weather is fair and settled, they are clothed in blue and purple, and print their bold outlines on the clear evening sky ; but sometimes, when the rest of the landscape is cloudless, they will gather a hood of gray vapors about their summits, which, in the last...
Page 295 - THE melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread ; The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day.
Page 117 - Rip Van Winkle" exclaimed two or three. "Oh, to be sure! That's Rip Van Winkle yonder, leaning against the tree." Rip looked, and beheld a precise counterpart of himself as he went up the mountain; apparently as lazy, and certainly as ragged. The poor fellow was now completely confounded. He doubted his own identity, and whether he was himself or another man. In the midst of his bewilderment, the man in the cocked hat demanded who he was, and what was his name? "God knows!
Page 32 - In that great cloister's stillness and seclusion, By guardian angels led, Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, She lives, whom we call dead. Day after day we think what she is doing In those bright realms of air ; Year after year, her tender steps pursuing, Behold her grown more fair. Thus do we walk with her, and keep unbroken The bond which nature gives, Thinking that our remembrance, though unspoken, May reach her where she lives.
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| Title | Authors' Birthdays: Containing Exercises for the Celebration of the Birthdays of Poe, Longfellow, T.B. Read, Irving .... First series Standard teachers' library |
| Author | Charles William Bardeen |
| Publisher | C.W. Bardeen, 1898 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 24 Aug 2005 |
| Length | 359 pages |
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