The American Whig Review, Volume 1Wiley and Putnam, 1845 |
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... leave space for profitable cargo and pas- sengers after the requisite stock of fuel for the voyage was provided . Beset with these difficulties , and per- plexed by discordant conditions , engi- neers , practical mechanics , and men of ...
... leave space for profitable cargo and pas- sengers after the requisite stock of fuel for the voyage was provided . Beset with these difficulties , and per- plexed by discordant conditions , engi- neers , practical mechanics , and men of ...
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... leaving the Battery the Great Western was about a quarter of a mile ahead , but was soon overtaken by the Princeton , which passed her , sailed round her , and passed her a second time before leaving the bay . The G.Western had all her ...
... leaving the Battery the Great Western was about a quarter of a mile ahead , but was soon overtaken by the Princeton , which passed her , sailed round her , and passed her a second time before leaving the bay . The G.Western had all her ...
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... leave a large amount of tonnage available for freight , but will give the vessel in- creased sailing power , and diminished expenses of the mechanical propelling power . We should say that if the pro- ject prove eventually successful at ...
... leave a large amount of tonnage available for freight , but will give the vessel in- creased sailing power , and diminished expenses of the mechanical propelling power . We should say that if the pro- ject prove eventually successful at ...
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... leave earth to God ! * . Lucifer . My wo is on the earth to curse thereby . Gabriel . I charge thee by that mournful ... leave me to the earth , which is mine The mystic hydromel is spilt , and staining own In virtue of her misery , as I ...
... leave earth to God ! * . Lucifer . My wo is on the earth to curse thereby . Gabriel . I charge thee by that mournful ... leave me to the earth , which is mine The mystic hydromel is spilt , and staining own In virtue of her misery , as I ...
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... leaves ! These lines are extremely melodious . Spirits of the Trees . Hark ! the Eden trees are stirring , Slow and solemn to your hearing ! Plane and cedar , palm and fir , Tamarisk and juniper , Each is throbbing in vibration Since ...
... leaves ! These lines are extremely melodious . Spirits of the Trees . Hark ! the Eden trees are stirring , Slow and solemn to your hearing ! Plane and cedar , palm and fir , Tamarisk and juniper , Each is throbbing in vibration Since ...
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Page 145 - thing of evil! prophet still, if bird or devil! Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted — On this home by Horror haunted — tell me truly, I implore: Is there — is there balm in Gilead? — tell me — tell me, I implore !
Page 145 - 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 ! " Quoth the Raven,
Page 60 - O Lady! we receive but what we give, And in our life alone does Nature live : Ours is her wedding garment, ours her shroud ! And would we aught behold, of higher worth, Than that inanimate cold world allowed To the poor loveless ever-anxious crowd, Ah ! from the soul itself must issue forth A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud Enveloping the Earth — And from the soul itself must there be sent A sweet and potent voice, of its own birth, Of all sweet sounds the life and element ! O pure of heart!
Page 484 - Dreams, books, are each a world ; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good : Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, Our pastime and our happiness will grow.
Page 143 - Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; — vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore, For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore: Nameless here for evermore.
Page 144 - For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door — Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as "Nevermore.
Page 144 - Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he ; not a minute...
Page 484 - Many a man lives a burden to the earth; but a good book is the precious life-blood of a master spirit, embalmed and treasured up on purpose to a life beyond life.
Page 185 - What is the cause, Laertes, That thy rebellion looks so giant-like ? Let him go, Gertrude ; do not fear our person ; There's such divinity doth hedge a king, That treason can but peep to what it would, Acts little of his will.
Page 144 - 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. Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?