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... Italy , and Cole is said to paint landscape without a superior . Cheney's heads , in Crayon . attract everywhere in that country the closest attention . The great number of Americans studying there . and the frequent arrivals of our men ...
... Italy , and Cole is said to paint landscape without a superior . Cheney's heads , in Crayon . attract everywhere in that country the closest attention . The great number of Americans studying there . and the frequent arrivals of our men ...
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... Italian of the first century , than all the extant literature of Rome . Of the ordinary style and common topics of familiar conversation , of the social and convivial dialect , the phrases of salu- tation and compliment , the vocabulary ...
... Italian of the first century , than all the extant literature of Rome . Of the ordinary style and common topics of familiar conversation , of the social and convivial dialect , the phrases of salu- tation and compliment , the vocabulary ...
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... Italian , the flip- pant sentimentality and colloquial ease of the French , the stiff and unbending majesty of the Spanish , and even the Protean variety of the German and the Greek . This advantage it owes less to its structure , than ...
... Italian , the flip- pant sentimentality and colloquial ease of the French , the stiff and unbending majesty of the Spanish , and even the Protean variety of the German and the Greek . This advantage it owes less to its structure , than ...
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... Italian not much illustration is to be obtained , but French is highly important , both be- cause we have borrowed a large number of words directly from it , and because , in its earlier forms , as exemplified in Froissart and other old ...
... Italian not much illustration is to be obtained , but French is highly important , both be- cause we have borrowed a large number of words directly from it , and because , in its earlier forms , as exemplified in Froissart and other old ...
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... Italian art , while scenes of passion , in which children of the dust rose and grew mighty till " the god expanded on their brows , " were added to " enduring memories " -the elements , also , which add beauty and grandeur to natural ...
... Italian art , while scenes of passion , in which children of the dust rose and grew mighty till " the god expanded on their brows , " were added to " enduring memories " -the elements , also , which add beauty and grandeur to natural ...
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Seite 145 - 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 in Gilead? — tell me — tell me, I implore !
Seite 145 - Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend ! " I shrieked, upstarting. " Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore ! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken ! — quit the bust above my door ! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door ! " Quoth the Raven,
Seite 60 - O Lady! we receive but what we give, And in our life alone does Nature live : Ours is her wedding garment, ours her shroud ! And would we aught behold, of higher worth, Than that inanimate cold world allowed To the poor loveless ever-anxious crowd, Ah ! from the soul itself must issue forth A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud Enveloping the Earth — And from the soul itself must there be sent A sweet and potent voice, of its own birth, Of all sweet sounds the life and element ! O pure of heart!
Seite 484 - Dreams, books, are each a world ; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good : Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, Our pastime and our happiness will grow.
Seite 143 - Ah, distinctly I remember 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.
Seite 144 - For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door — Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as "Nevermore.
Seite 144 - Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he ; not a minute...
Seite 484 - Many a man lives a burden to the earth; but a good book is the precious life-blood of a master spirit, embalmed and treasured up on purpose to a life beyond life.
Seite 185 - What is the cause, Laertes, That thy rebellion looks so giant-like ? Let him go, Gertrude ; do not fear our person ; There's such divinity doth hedge a king, That treason can but peep to what it would, Acts little of his will.
Seite 144 - 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. Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?