Literary Masterpieces: Franklin: Irving: Bryant: Webster: Everett: Longfellow: Hawthorne: Whittier: Emerson: Holmes: Lowell: Poe: Henry: Wirt: Johnson: Timrod: Lanier: TabbHoughton, Mifflin, 1904 - 433 páginas |
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... any statesman's money to have heard the profound dis- cussions that sometimes took place , when by chance an old newspaper fell into their hands from some passing traveller . How solemnly they would listen to the con- RIP VAN WINKLE . 13.
... any statesman's money to have heard the profound dis- cussions that sometimes took place , when by chance an old newspaper fell into their hands from some passing traveller . How solemnly they would listen to the con- RIP VAN WINKLE . 13.
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... heard to speak , but smoked his pipe incessantly . His adherents , however ( for every great man has his adherents ) , perfectly understood him , and knew how to gather his opinions . When anything that was read or related displeased ...
... heard to speak , but smoked his pipe incessantly . His adherents , however ( for every great man has his adherents ) , perfectly understood him , and knew how to gather his opinions . When anything that was read or related displeased ...
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... heard a voice from a distance , hallooing , " Rip Van Winkle ! Rip Van Winkle ! " He looked round , but could see nothing but a crow winging its solitary flight across the moun- tain . He thought his fancy must have deceived him , and ...
... heard a voice from a distance , hallooing , " Rip Van Winkle ! Rip Van Winkle ! " He looked round , but could see nothing but a crow winging its solitary flight across the moun- tain . He thought his fancy must have deceived him , and ...
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... heard long rolling peals like distant thunder , that seemed to issue out of a deep ravine , or rather cleft , between lofty rocks , toward which their rugged path conducted . He paused for a moment , but sup- posing it to be the ...
... heard long rolling peals like distant thunder , that seemed to issue out of a deep ravine , or rather cleft , between lofty rocks , toward which their rugged path conducted . He paused for a moment , but sup- posing it to be the ...
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... heard of since , — his dog came home without him ; but whether he shot himself , or was carried away by the Indians , nobody can tell . I was then but a little girl . " Rip had but one question more to ask ; and he put it with a ...
... heard of since , — his dog came home without him ; but whether he shot himself , or was carried away by the Indians , nobody can tell . I was then but a little girl . " Rip had but one question more to ask ; and he put it with a ...
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Página 350 - Perched, and sat, and nothing more. 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!
Página 39 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, which moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Página 354 - thing of evil— prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us, by that God we both adore, Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore— Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore!
Página 353 - 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 the lamp-light gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore ! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch...
Página 37 - To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Página 356 - DURING the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country; and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher.
Página 349 - This it is and nothing more." Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, "Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; 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.
Página 76 - NAUTILUS This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main, — The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair.
Página 38 - To be a brother to the insensible rock And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain Turns with his share and treads upon : the oak Shall send his roots abroad and pierce thy mould.
Página 351 - 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.