The Masterpieces and the History of Literature1902 |
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But for one month I see no day ( poor soul ) , Like those far situate under the pole . Which day by day long wait for thy arise , Oh , how they joy when thou dost light the skies ! O Phœbus , hadst thou but thus long from thine ...
But for one month I see no day ( poor soul ) , Like those far situate under the pole . Which day by day long wait for thy arise , Oh , how they joy when thou dost light the skies ! O Phœbus , hadst thou but thus long from thine ...
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... souls doth ruinate ? And what are friends , but mortal men as we , Whom death from us may quickly separate ? Or else their hearts may quite estranged be , And all their love be turned into hate . And what are riches , to be doated on ...
... souls doth ruinate ? And what are friends , but mortal men as we , Whom death from us may quickly separate ? Or else their hearts may quite estranged be , And all their love be turned into hate . And what are riches , to be doated on ...
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... soul's eternal sleep . Not so the ancients of these lands ; — The Indian , when from life released , Again is seated with his friends , And shares again the joyous feast . His imaged birds , and painted bowl , And ven'son , for a ...
... soul's eternal sleep . Not so the ancients of these lands ; — The Indian , when from life released , Again is seated with his friends , And shares again the joyous feast . His imaged birds , and painted bowl , And ven'son , for a ...
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... soul . The milk beside thee , smoking from the kine , Its substance mingled , married in with thine , Shall cool and temper thy superior heat , And save the pains of blowing while I eat . Oh ! could the smooth , the emblematic song Flow ...
... soul . The milk beside thee , smoking from the kine , Its substance mingled , married in with thine , Shall cool and temper thy superior heat , And save the pains of blowing while I eat . Oh ! could the smooth , the emblematic song Flow ...
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... soul is soothed , my cares have found an end , I greet my long - lost , unforgotten friend . For thee through Paris , that corrupted town , How long in vain I wandered up and down , Where shameless Bacchus , with his drenching hoard ...
... soul is soothed , my cares have found an end , I greet my long - lost , unforgotten friend . For thee through Paris , that corrupted town , How long in vain I wandered up and down , Where shameless Bacchus , with his drenching hoard ...
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American ASTARTE beautiful bells bird born bosom breath bright Byron child cried dark dead death deep Deerslayer delight Donatello door dream earth Eginhard England English eyes face fame father fear feel fire flowers gaze genius hand head hear heard heart heaven Hester Hester Prynne Hilda human Ichabod Crane Indian JAMES FENIMORE COOPER Leigh Hunt light literary literature lived lived seventy-nine look melancholy mind Miriam nature never night o'er passed PETER STUYVESANT pilot poems poet poetry poor replied returned Rip Van Winkle romance round seemed ship silent smile song Song of Hiawatha soul speak spirit stood story strange sweet Tamenund tell thee thing THOMAS FAED thou thought tion tree turned Uncas Uncle Tom's Cabin Undine verse village voice wild wind words wrote young youth
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Página 136 - 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 137 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door...
Página 249 - High instincts before which our mortal nature Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised : But for those first affections Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing...
Página 212 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed.
Página 141 - 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 250 - I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
Página 131 - Hear the sledges with the bells — Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Página 237 - All in a hot and copper sky The bloody sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the moon.
Página 218 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: — Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Página 242 - Had thrilled my guileless Genevieve; The music and the doleful tale, The rich and balmy eve; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, An undistinguishable throng, And gentle wishes long subdued, Subdued and cherished long. She wept with pity and delight, She blushed with love, and virgin shame; And like the murmur of a dream, I heard her breathe my name. Her bosom heaved, — • she stepped aside, As conscious of my look she stept, — Then suddenly, with timorous eye She fled to me and wept.