Cyclopaedia of American Literature: Embracing Personal and Critical Notices of Authors, and Selections from Their Writings. From the Earliest Period to the Present Day; with Portraits, Autographs, and Other Illustrations, Volumen2,Parte2C. Scribner, 1855 |
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... dead languages , as few American scholars of that day were , he seemed especially gifted for the communication of knowledge to others . On his first arrival iu this country he had resided in Alexandria , and had taught in the family of ...
... dead languages , as few American scholars of that day were , he seemed especially gifted for the communication of knowledge to others . On his first arrival iu this country he had resided in Alexandria , and had taught in the family of ...
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... dead , the living mean ! Can nothing rouse ye both ? no tyrant's wrong , No memory of the brave , of what has been ? Yon broken arch once spoke of triumph , then That mouldering wall too spoke of brave defence- Shades of departed heroes ...
... dead , the living mean ! Can nothing rouse ye both ? no tyrant's wrong , No memory of the brave , of what has been ? Yon broken arch once spoke of triumph , then That mouldering wall too spoke of brave defence- Shades of departed heroes ...
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... dead . The choir , however , following directions previ- ously given , sang the former . At its conclusion he knelt in his ordinary place at the chancel rail , and said from memory , his book having dropped from his hand , a collect ...
... dead . The choir , however , following directions previ- ously given , sang the former . At its conclusion he knelt in his ordinary place at the chancel rail , and said from memory , his book having dropped from his hand , a collect ...
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... dead Who in the Lord have died ; Sweet is their rest who sleep in Christ , Though lost a while to thee ; Tread in their steps , and sweeter still Your meeting hour shall be ! ” THIS ALSO SHALL PASS AWAY . When morning sunbeams round me ...
... dead Who in the Lord have died ; Sweet is their rest who sleep in Christ , Though lost a while to thee ; Tread in their steps , and sweeter still Your meeting hour shall be ! ” THIS ALSO SHALL PASS AWAY . When morning sunbeams round me ...
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... dead , and of hearing confes- sions , of inflicting penance , and of performing all his other sacerdotal functions , was contrary to the ritual and to the canons of the church - why - he knew no better . What soul had been thereby ...
... dead , and of hearing confes- sions , of inflicting penance , and of performing all his other sacerdotal functions , was contrary to the ritual and to the canons of the church - why - he knew no better . What soul had been thereby ...
Términos y frases comunes
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Página 526 - 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 527 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light 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 527 - Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore, Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never— nevermore.
Página 439 - Honor charmed the air; And all astir looked kind on her, And called her good as fair — For all God ever gave to her She kept with chary care. She kept with care her beauties rare From lovers warm and true, — For her heart was cold to all but gold, And the rich came not to woo — But honored well are charms to sell If priests the selling do.
Página 499 - ... in the streets of Boston. The sun was near setting when the march commenced. The roll of the drum, at that unquiet crisis, seemed to go through the streets, less as the martial music of the soldiers, than as a muster-call to the inhabitants themselves.
Página 443 - In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife!
Página 506 - In their bloom, And the names he loved to hear Have been carved for many a year On the tomb.
Página 526 - 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.
Página 527 - Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
Página 446 - Taught in the school of patience to endure The life of anguish and the death of fire. All their lives long, with the unleavened bread And bitter herbs of exile and its fears, The wasting famine of the heart they fed, And slaked its thirst with marah of their tears.