The American Whig Review, Volym 1Wiley and Putnam, 1845 |
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... lives . Many of the General's present political foes re- member it as a redeeming trait in his character ; and it may yet furnish the historian with some materials for his eu- logy , and the future moralist a proof how much more ...
... lives . Many of the General's present political foes re- member it as a redeeming trait in his character ; and it may yet furnish the historian with some materials for his eu- logy , and the future moralist a proof how much more ...
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... lives shall be illustrated by the song of the bard . Great as were the events in our fathers ' lives , ours too are ... live . Heaven sends us poets . This act of Providence may not be included in the books which treat of the evidences ...
... lives shall be illustrated by the song of the bard . Great as were the events in our fathers ' lives , ours too are ... live . Heaven sends us poets . This act of Providence may not be included in the books which treat of the evidences ...
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... live air ! How the cothurns trod majestic Down the deep iambic lines ! And the rolling anapostic Curl'd , like vapor over shrines ! Oh , our Eschylus , the thundrous ! How he drove the bolted breath Through the cloud , to wedge it ...
... live air ! How the cothurns trod majestic Down the deep iambic lines ! And the rolling anapostic Curl'd , like vapor over shrines ! Oh , our Eschylus , the thundrous ! How he drove the bolted breath Through the cloud , to wedge it ...
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... Live and love , - Doing both nobly , because lowlily ; Live and work , strongly , because patient- ly ! And , for the deed of death , trust it to God , That it be well done , unrepented of , And not to loss . And thence , with con ...
... Live and love , - Doing both nobly , because lowlily ; Live and work , strongly , because patient- ly ! And , for the deed of death , trust it to God , That it be well done , unrepented of , And not to loss . And thence , with con ...
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... lives on in joy and carelessness . Its object is the noblest that can employ the pens of poets , to " vindicate the ways of God to man , " to teach reconciliation and submission , to calm rebellion , to cre- ate smiles of happiness out ...
... lives on in joy and carelessness . Its object is the noblest that can employ the pens of poets , to " vindicate the ways of God to man , " to teach reconciliation and submission , to calm rebellion , to cre- ate smiles of happiness out ...
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Sida 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 !
Sida 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,
Sida 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!
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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...
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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?