Literature and Life ...Edwin Greenlaw, Clarence Stratton Scott, Foresman, 1922 |
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... door , And scarce three steps , ere Music's golden tongue 20 Flattered to tears this aged man and poor ; But no already had his deathbell rung ; The joys of all his life were said and sung ; His was harsh penance on St. Agnes ' Eve ...
... door , And scarce three steps , ere Music's golden tongue 20 Flattered to tears this aged man and poor ; But no already had his deathbell rung ; The joys of all his life were said and sung ; His was harsh penance on St. Agnes ' Eve ...
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... door , she panted , all akin 201 To spirits of the air , and visions wide ; No uttered syllable , or , woe betide ! But to her heart , her heart was voluble , Paining with eloquence her balmy side , 205 As though a tongueless ...
... door , she panted , all akin 201 To spirits of the air , and visions wide ; No uttered syllable , or , woe betide ! But to her heart , her heart was voluble , Paining with eloquence her balmy side , 205 As though a tongueless ...
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... door shuts again , and all the noise is gone . And still she slept an azure - lidded sleep , In blanchéd linen , smooth , and lavendered , While he from forth the closet brought a heap Of candied apple , quince , and plum , and gourd ...
... door shuts again , and all the noise is gone . And still she slept an azure - lidded sleep , In blanchéd linen , smooth , and lavendered , While he from forth the closet brought a heap Of candied apple , quince , and plum , and gourd ...
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... door ; The arras , rich with horseman , hawk , and hound , Fluttered in the besieging wind's uproar ; And the long carpets rose along the gusty floor . 360 They glide , like phantoms , into the wide hall ; Like phantoms to the iron ...
... door ; The arras , rich with horseman , hawk , and hound , Fluttered in the besieging wind's uproar ; And the long carpets rose along the gusty floor . 360 They glide , like phantoms , into the wide hall ; Like phantoms to the iron ...
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... door , Then struck it thrice , and , no one opening , Entered ; but Annie , seated with her grief , Fresh from the burial of her little one , 280 Cared not to look on any human face , But turned her own toward the wall and wept . Then ...
... door , Then struck it thrice , and , no one opening , Entered ; but Annie , seated with her grief , Fresh from the burial of her little one , 280 Cared not to look on any human face , But turned her own toward the wall and wept . Then ...
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Literature and Life, Bücher 2 Edwin Greenlaw,William Harris Elson,Christine M. Keck Vollansicht - 1922 |
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
American answer appeared asked beauty begin better bring called CHAPTER character child close comes door Duke effect England Enter Eppie expression eyes face father feel felt followed give Godfrey hand head hear heard heart interest keep kind King knew lady learned leave light literature live look Marner Master means mind Nancy Nature never night NOTES once passed person play poem poet poetry poor present QUESTIONS reason romance round scene seemed seen short side Silas soul speak spirit stand story strange sure tell thee there's things thou thought tion took Touch true turned verse wish writing young youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 374 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp ? Are not these woods More free from peril than- the envious court ? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The seasons' difference, as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which, when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say ' This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Seite 39 - Souls that have toiled, and wrought, and thought with me — That ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed Free hearts, free foreheads — you and I are old; Old age hath yet his honor and his toil. so Death closes all; but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
Seite 38 - Myself not least, but honour'd of them all ; And drunk delight of battle with my peers, Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy. I am a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move.
Seite 13 - St Agnes' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold : Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith...
Seite 561 - If his very initial sentence tend not to the outbringing of this effect, then he has failed in his first step. In the whole composition there should be no word written, of which the tendency, direct or indirect, is not to the one preestablished design.
Seite 475 - Thy hand has graced him. Nestled at his root Is beauty, such as blooms not in the glare Of the broad sun. That delicate forest flower, With scented breath and look so like a smile, Seems, as it issues from the shapeless mould, An emanation of the indwelling Life, A visible token of the upholding Love, That are the soul of this great universe.
Seite 265 - 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.
Seite 265 - ... a sense of insufferable gloom pervaded my spirit. I say insufferable ; for the feeling was unrelieved by any of that half-pleasurable, because poetic, sentiment with which the mind usually receives even the sternest natural images of the desolate or terrible. I looked upon the scene before me — upon the mere house and the simple landscape features of the domain, upon the bleak walls, upon the vacant eyelike windows, upon a few rank sedges, and upon a few white trunks of decayed trees...
Seite 24 - It might be months, or years, or days, I kept no count, I took no note, I had no hope my eyes to raise, And clear them of their dreary mote ; At last men came to set me free; 370 I asked not why, and recked not where ; It was at length the same to me, Fettered or fetterless to be, I learned to love despair.
Seite 17 - Sank in her pillow. Shaded was her dream By the dusk curtains: — 'twas a midnight charm Impossible to melt as iced stream: The lustrous salvers in the moonlight gleam; Broad golden fringe upon the carpet lies: It...