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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... wall , over which the torrent came tumbling in a sheet of feathery foam , and fell into a broad , deep basin , black from the shadows of the sur- rounding forest . Here , then , poor Rip was brought to a stand . He again called and ...
... wall , over which the torrent came tumbling in a sheet of feathery foam , and fell into a broad , deep basin , black from the shadows of the sur- rounding forest . Here , then , poor Rip was brought to a stand . He again called and ...
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... walls were dumb : Here were sister , wife , and mother , looking wild upon each other , 35 And their lips were white with terror as they said , THE HOUR HAS COME ! The morning slowly wasted , not a morsel had we GRANDMOTHER'S STORY . 67.
... walls were dumb : Here were sister , wife , and mother , looking wild upon each other , 35 And their lips were white with terror as they said , THE HOUR HAS COME ! The morning slowly wasted , not a morsel had we GRANDMOTHER'S STORY . 67.
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... wall . At eleven the streets were swarming , for the red - coats ' ranks were forming ; 45 At noon in marching order they were moving to the piers ; How the bayonets gleamed and glistened , as we looked far down , and listened To the ...
... wall . At eleven the streets were swarming , for the red - coats ' ranks were forming ; 45 At noon in marching order they were moving to the piers ; How the bayonets gleamed and glistened , as we looked far down , and listened To the ...
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... wall . " The 67. Dr. Holmes makes the following note to this line : following epitaph is still to be read on a tall gravestone , stand- ing as yet undisturbed among the transplanted monuments of the dead in Copp's Hill Burial Ground ...
... wall . " The 67. Dr. Holmes makes the following note to this line : following epitaph is still to be read on a tall gravestone , stand- ing as yet undisturbed among the transplanted monuments of the dead in Copp's Hill Burial Ground ...
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... walls so steep . Have our soldiers got faint - hearted , and in noiseless haste departed ? 95 Are they panic - struck and helpless ? Are they palsied or asleep ? Now ! the walls they ' re almost under ! scarce a rod the foes asunder ...
... walls so steep . Have our soldiers got faint - hearted , and in noiseless haste departed ? 95 Are they panic - struck and helpless ? Are they palsied or asleep ? Now ! the walls they ' re almost under ! scarce a rod the foes asunder ...
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Acadian Almanac American battle beauty behold beneath blessing born Boston Bunker Hill Monument called character cloud dark death door England English Ernest Evangeline eyes father feeling forest Gathergold gave gazed give gleam Grand-Pré gray hand Hawthorne head heard heart heaven Holy Grail human idle Indian JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER labor Ligeia light lips lived look Lowell maiden manners ment mind morning mountain Nathaniel Hawthorne nature neighbor never Nevermore night o'er patriotism peace Phiz poems poet poetry Poor Richard says POOR RICHARD'S ALMANAC prophecy published Rip Van Winkle river rock round seemed shadow shore silence Sir Launfal SKETCH smile song soul sound spirit Stone Face stood story sweet thee things thou thought tion toil told Twice-Told Tales valley village Virginia voice whole wind wonder words
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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.