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, Band 2,Teil 2C. Scribner, 1855 |
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... Beneath far other skies , weep - if ye can- The gain of those ye loved . Euphas Lift this fair dust.— My brother ! speechless , tearless grief for her Who listeneth for thy pray'rs ? Paulus My mind is dark . The faith which she ...
... Beneath far other skies , weep - if ye can- The gain of those ye loved . Euphas Lift this fair dust.— My brother ! speechless , tearless grief for her Who listeneth for thy pray'rs ? Paulus My mind is dark . The faith which she ...
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... Beneath their covering shine , Ere priestly hands are lifted up To bless the bread and wine . The solemn ceremonial past , And I am set apart To serve the Lord , from first to last , With undivided heart . And I have sworn , with ...
... Beneath their covering shine , Ere priestly hands are lifted up To bless the bread and wine . The solemn ceremonial past , And I am set apart To serve the Lord , from first to last , With undivided heart . And I have sworn , with ...
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... beneath whose mighty waves Life's great events are heaving into birth , Is tossing to and fro , as if the winds Of heaven were prisoned in its soundless depths And struggling to be free . Weep not , that Time Is passing on - it 400 ...
... beneath whose mighty waves Life's great events are heaving into birth , Is tossing to and fro , as if the winds Of heaven were prisoned in its soundless depths And struggling to be free . Weep not , that Time Is passing on - it 400 ...
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... beneath its waves , And forms earth's worshippers might well adore , Lie in their low and ever freshened graves , All cold and loveless far beneath its roar . The bright - eyed maiden and the fair - haired bride , And sire and son there ...
... beneath its waves , And forms earth's worshippers might well adore , Lie in their low and ever freshened graves , All cold and loveless far beneath its roar . The bright - eyed maiden and the fair - haired bride , And sire and son there ...
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... beneath their oft sought shade , The spreading branches of a coral tree , Attended by a periwinkle page , Selected chiefly for his tender age , Sing scaly music . The best of Mr. Sanford's poetical effusions are of this airy , delicate ...
... beneath their oft sought shade , The spreading branches of a coral tree , Attended by a periwinkle page , Selected chiefly for his tender age , Sing scaly music . The best of Mr. Sanford's poetical effusions are of this airy , delicate ...
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American appeared beauty became beneath bird born Boston breath bright character Church cloth clouds collection College commenced dark dead death dream duate earth edition England entitled father feel flowers genius Graham's Magazine hand hath heart heaven humor Knickerbocker Magazine labors land lectures light literary literature living look Magazine mind morning mother mountain nature never night o'er passed Phi Beta Kappa Pilgarlick poems poet poetical poetry Pot Pie Professor prose published Putnam's Magazine racter residence Roman round Sambo scene sing sketches smile Society song soul Southern Literary Messenger spirit spring story summer sweet thee thine things thou thought tion Tom Owen tree University of Virginia verse voice volume wild William Ellery Channing WILLIAM HAGUE wind writings York young
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Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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!
Seite 506 - In their bloom, And the names he loved to hear Have been carved for many a year On the tomb.
Seite 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.
Seite 527 - Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
Seite 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.