The Ridpath Library of Universal Literature: A Biographical and Bibliographical Summary of the World's Most Eminent Authors, Including the Choicest Extracts and Masterpieces from Their Writings, Volumen18Avil Printing Company, 1903 |
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... sense My soul must watch to have intelligence ; Where but faint gleams of Thee salute my sight , Like doubtful moonshine in a cloudy night ? When shall I leave this magic sphere , And be all mind , all eye , all ear ? How cold this ...
... sense My soul must watch to have intelligence ; Where but faint gleams of Thee salute my sight , Like doubtful moonshine in a cloudy night ? When shall I leave this magic sphere , And be all mind , all eye , all ear ? How cold this ...
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... She suddenly came to her senses , and , realizing what a weak revenge it was , after all , merely to kill him , she packed up her parrot and went to live at his house . And so I came to think on Loss- I never. EDGAR WILSON NYE 27.
... She suddenly came to her senses , and , realizing what a weak revenge it was , after all , merely to kill him , she packed up her parrot and went to live at his house . And so I came to think on Loss- I never. EDGAR WILSON NYE 27.
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... sense of Indian wrong- Of losses of my own , that now Broke for the first time into song . A fluttering strain of feeble words That scarcely dared to leave my breast ; But , like a brood of fledgling birds , Kept hovering round their ...
... sense of Indian wrong- Of losses of my own , that now Broke for the first time into song . A fluttering strain of feeble words That scarcely dared to leave my breast ; But , like a brood of fledgling birds , Kept hovering round their ...
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... senses faint In soft , delicious dreaming when they drain Thy wine of color . Virgin fair thou art , All sweetly fruitful , waiting with soft pain The spouse who comes to wake thy sleeping heart . DYING IN HARNESS . Only a falling horse ...
... senses faint In soft , delicious dreaming when they drain Thy wine of color . Virgin fair thou art , All sweetly fruitful , waiting with soft pain The spouse who comes to wake thy sleeping heart . DYING IN HARNESS . Only a falling horse ...
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... senses loathe their living death- The coffined garb the city wears ! I draw through sighs my heavy breath , And pine till lengths of wood and heath Blow over me their endless airs . OSGOOD , SAMUEL , an American clergyman and religious ...
... senses loathe their living death- The coffined garb the city wears ! I draw through sighs my heavy breath , And pine till lengths of wood and heath Blow over me their endless airs . OSGOOD , SAMUEL , an American clergyman and religious ...
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Página 447 - ... 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 !
Página 439 - 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...
Página 476 - Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees; Lives through all life, extends through all extent; Spreads undivided, operates unspent! Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart; As full, as perfect in vile man that mourns, As the rapt seraph that adores and burns: To him no high, no low, no great, no small; He fills, He bounds, connects, and equals all.
Página 472 - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends ; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride Might hide her faults, if Belles had faults to hide : If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all.
Página 443 - 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 447 - And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming' And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore!
Página 237 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Página 449 - ... an utter depression of soul which I can compare to no earthly sensation more properly than to the after-dream of the reveller upon opium, the bitter lapse into everyday life, the hideous dropping off of the veil.
Página 477 - Aonian maids, Delight no more — O thou my voice inspire Who touch'd Isaiah's hallow'd lips with fire ! Rapt into future times, the Bard begun : A Virgin shall conceive, a Virgin bear a Son...
Página 449 - It was a mystery all insoluble ; nor could I grapple with the shadowy fancies that crowded upon me as I pondered.