The Living Authors of America: 1st serStringer and Townsend, 1850 - 365 páginas |
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... of a guilty conscience , his restless and disturbed action told me more than words : when , finally , under the paroxysm of the terrible dream , he starts up , and staggers to the very brink of 12 COOPER . JAMES FENIMORE.
... of a guilty conscience , his restless and disturbed action told me more than words : when , finally , under the paroxysm of the terrible dream , he starts up , and staggers to the very brink of 12 COOPER . JAMES FENIMORE.
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... told thee there was a criminal here in the Lagunes , who hath provoked the anger of St. Mark ? ' * * * * * * * ** " Thou speakest of another ! -thou art not then the criminal they seek ? ' " I am a sinner , like all born of woman ...
... told thee there was a criminal here in the Lagunes , who hath provoked the anger of St. Mark ? ' * * * * * * * ** " Thou speakest of another ! -thou art not then the criminal they seek ? ' " I am a sinner , like all born of woman ...
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... told simply and without reserve , but in a manner to inspire respect , and to awaken powerful sympathy in him who heard it . " And these feelings thou didst indulge against the honored and powerful of Venice ! ' demanded the monk ...
... told simply and without reserve , but in a manner to inspire respect , and to awaken powerful sympathy in him who heard it . " And these feelings thou didst indulge against the honored and powerful of Venice ! ' demanded the monk ...
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... told us that notwithstanding all he had read and all he had written on the horrors of war , he had never his mind filled with the perfect idea of its gigantic lawlessness , till on the occasion of a review , or sham fight , during the ...
... told us that notwithstanding all he had read and all he had written on the horrors of war , he had never his mind filled with the perfect idea of its gigantic lawlessness , till on the occasion of a review , or sham fight , during the ...
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... told us one day . It is well known that as editor of the Examiner he incited and encouraged Sir Francis Burdett to defy the House of Commons to imprison him . It is not so well known that the self - said editor of the Examiner ( in his ...
... told us one day . It is well known that as editor of the Examiner he incited and encouraged Sir Francis Burdett to defy the House of Commons to imprison him . It is not so well known that the self - said editor of the Examiner ( in his ...
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Página 127 - The angels, not half so happy in Heaven, Went envying her and me Yes! that was the reason (as all men know. In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night. Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
Página 114 - TO HELEN. Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece And the grandeur that was Rome.
Página 208 - THE groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the roof above them — ere he framed The lofty vault, to gather and roll back The sound of anthems ; in the darkling wood, Amid the cool and silence, he knelt down, And offered to the Mightiest solemn thanks And supplication.
Página 84 - And marked the mild, angelic air, The rapture of repose that's there, The fixed yet tender traits that streak The languor of the placid cheek, And — but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires not, wins not, weeps not now, And but for that chill, changeless brow...
Página 129 - That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door; Darkness there and nothing more.
Página 194 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his drooped head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder shower ; and now The arena swims around him : he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won.
Página 126 - It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee ; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.
Página 127 - For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee...
Página 159 - The village smithy stands ; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands ; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Página 128 - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and. curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " "Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.