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... look to the eastern or the western hemisphere . The institutions of Europe seem rapidly verging to disso- lution . Old forms have passed away- old foundations have been broken up . Though the convulsions of a former age , which threw ...
... look to the eastern or the western hemisphere . The institutions of Europe seem rapidly verging to disso- lution . Old forms have passed away- old foundations have been broken up . Though the convulsions of a former age , which threw ...
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... look- ed up to as a safe pilot by those who were ambitious of distinction and power in po- litical life . No man could foil an en- emy or deceive a friend with a better grace ; and he had the art to do this in such a manner as to be ...
... look- ed up to as a safe pilot by those who were ambitious of distinction and power in po- litical life . No man could foil an en- emy or deceive a friend with a better grace ; and he had the art to do this in such a manner as to be ...
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... look for ? what of prosperity think to retain ? what disasters not fear ? The triumph of such a party , composed as it is of the ends and fragments of faction , would be the prelude to a scene of vary- ing and inconsistent legislation ...
... look for ? what of prosperity think to retain ? what disasters not fear ? The triumph of such a party , composed as it is of the ends and fragments of faction , would be the prelude to a scene of vary- ing and inconsistent legislation ...
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... look with indignation upon that flag , flung to the breeze in one section of the country , inscribed with those words of dark omen , " Free - Trade - Texas - Dis- union ! " If his heart beats with one pa- triotic emotion , he will be ...
... look with indignation upon that flag , flung to the breeze in one section of the country , inscribed with those words of dark omen , " Free - Trade - Texas - Dis- union ! " If his heart beats with one pa- triotic emotion , he will be ...
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... look upon it , and far unlike the brassy glare of some wan- dering and much - worshipped meteors . " My love and admiration have belonged to the great American people , as long as I have felt proud of being an English woman , and almost ...
... look upon it , and far unlike the brassy glare of some wan- dering and much - worshipped meteors . " My love and admiration have belonged to the great American people , as long as I have felt proud of being an English woman , and almost ...
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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?