A Manual of American Literature: Designed for the Use of Schools of Advanced GradesCowperthwait, 1872 - 364 páginas |
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... Night , and many others of his poems , flow with a melody and limpid beauty which , if not always , or even generally , national , is yet true to Nature and to the poet . Bryant is more American . His theatre of thought and fancy is the ...
... Night , and many others of his poems , flow with a melody and limpid beauty which , if not always , or even generally , national , is yet true to Nature and to the poet . Bryant is more American . His theatre of thought and fancy is the ...
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... night or day : ever weaving to and fro . Swifter than a weaver's shuttle it flies from Birth tc Death , from Death to Birth ; from the beginning seeks the end , and finds it not , for the seeming end is only a dim beginning of a new out ...
... night or day : ever weaving to and fro . Swifter than a weaver's shuttle it flies from Birth tc Death , from Death to Birth ; from the beginning seeks the end , and finds it not , for the seeming end is only a dim beginning of a new out ...
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... Night , Longfellow's first volume of original poetry , was issued . FLOWERS . FROM " VOICES OF THE NIGHT . " SPAKK full well , in language quaint and olden , One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine , When he called the flowers , so blue ...
... Night , Longfellow's first volume of original poetry , was issued . FLOWERS . FROM " VOICES OF THE NIGHT . " SPAKK full well , in language quaint and olden , One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine , When he called the flowers , so blue ...
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... night ! These in flowers and men are more than seeming ; Workings are they of the self - same powers , Which the Poet , in no idle dreaming , Seeth , in himself and in the flowers . Everywhere about us are they glowing , Some like stars ...
... night ! These in flowers and men are more than seeming ; Workings are they of the self - same powers , Which the Poet , in no idle dreaming , Seeth , in himself and in the flowers . Everywhere about us are they glowing , Some like stars ...
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... night , drinking the elements , instead of sleeping quietly in their beds . Every dead man to his cemetery , say I ; and every friar to his monastery . Now , here's my master , Victorian , yes- terday a cow - keeper , and to - day a ...
... night , drinking the elements , instead of sleeping quietly in their beds . Every dead man to his cemetery , say I ; and every friar to his monastery . Now , here's my master , Victorian , yes- terday a cow - keeper , and to - day a ...
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Página 321 - When my eyes shall be turned to behold, for the last time, the sun in heaven, may I not see him shining on the broken and dishonored fragments of a once glorious Union ; on states dissevered, discordant, belligerent ; on a land rent with civil feuds, or drenched, it may be, in fraternal blood ! Let their last .feeble and lingering glance rather behold the gorgeous ensign of the republic, now known and honored throughout the earth, still full high advanced, its arms and trophies streaming in their...
Página 148 - Nevermore." "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! — 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 inGilead? — tell me — tell me, I implore!
Página 149 - 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 145 - It was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember Wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; — Vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — Sorrow for the lost Lenore — For the rare and radiant maiden Whom the angels name Lenore — Nameless here for evermore.
Página 99 - So all night long the storm roared on : The morning broke without a sun ; In tiny spherule traced with lines Of Nature's geometric signs, In starry flake, and pellicle, All day the hoary meteor fell ; And, when the second morning shone, We looked upon a world unknown, On nothing we could call our own. Around the glistening wonder bent The blue walls of the firmament, No cloud above, no earth below, — A universe of sky and snow...
Página 55 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead...
Página 151 - GREEN be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days ! None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise.
Página 146 - 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 253 - The very village was altered; it was larger and more populous. There were rows of houses which he had never seen before, and those which had been his familiar haunts had disappeared. Strange names were over the doors, strange faces at the windows — everything was strange.
Página 59 - 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.