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Pagina 1
... heart , That ne'er should have felt such pleasing smart . Time doth the truth of this wild legend prove , For young men die and old ones fall in love . EDITORIAL GREETINGS , FOR THE NEW YEAR . Ac- It is a custom of the season ...
... heart , That ne'er should have felt such pleasing smart . Time doth the truth of this wild legend prove , For young men die and old ones fall in love . EDITORIAL GREETINGS , FOR THE NEW YEAR . Ac- It is a custom of the season ...
Pagina 3
... heart . With fairy grace , New - Jersey's shores expand . Hillock and grove , Hamlet and town , and lithe promontory , Engird this islet , as a mother clasps The commerce of the world . The mother - realm Sends on its tide her daily ...
... heart . With fairy grace , New - Jersey's shores expand . Hillock and grove , Hamlet and town , and lithe promontory , Engird this islet , as a mother clasps The commerce of the world . The mother - realm Sends on its tide her daily ...
Pagina 11
... Heart of Man : If pride could dwell with him , whose failing steps Are tottering to the tomb , I might be proud To see my life renewed and multiplied In varied usefulness and various honors . But what is there to fill the craving void ...
... Heart of Man : If pride could dwell with him , whose failing steps Are tottering to the tomb , I might be proud To see my life renewed and multiplied In varied usefulness and various honors . But what is there to fill the craving void ...
Pagina 12
... heart of age , In dewy freshness . In thy hallowed casket This cherished gem has still preserved its brightness , When all beside is dim and lustreless . And when , with prodigal and wasteful hand , Life's store of bliss was spent , thy ...
... heart of age , In dewy freshness . In thy hallowed casket This cherished gem has still preserved its brightness , When all beside is dim and lustreless . And when , with prodigal and wasteful hand , Life's store of bliss was spent , thy ...
Pagina 28
... heart responded to the echoes of my own , And , like a wind - touched instrument , gave back affection's tone ! Two years ago , Medora , in the soft moonlighted breeze , That swayed the dappled shadows beneath the cedar trees , What ...
... heart responded to the echoes of my own , And , like a wind - touched instrument , gave back affection's tone ! Two years ago , Medora , in the soft moonlighted breeze , That swayed the dappled shadows beneath the cedar trees , What ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 35 - This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch...
Pagina 35 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, — "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou...
Pagina 58 - And the third angel sounded, and there fell a great star from heaven, burning, as it were a lamp, and it fell upon the third part of the rivers, and upon the fountains of waters...
Pagina 35 - But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered Till I scarcely more than muttered, 'Other friends have flown before On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.
Pagina 35 - 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!
Pagina 238 - So, cast and mingled with his very frame. The mind's disease, its ruling passion came; Each vital humour which should feed the whole, Soon flows to this, in body and in soul: Whatever warms the heart, or fills the head, As the mind opens, and its functions spread, Imagination plies her dangerous art, And pours it all upon the peccant part.
Pagina 241 - Mammon led them on, Mammon, the least erected Spirit that fell From Heaven; for even in Heaven his looks and thoughts Were always downward bent, admiring more The riches of Heaven's pavement, trodden gold, Than aught divine or holy else enjoyed In vision beatific.
Pagina 62 - IN that delightful land which is washed by the Delaware's waters, Guarding in sylvan shades the name of Penn the apostle, Stands on the banks of its beautiful stream the city he founded. There all the air is balm, and the peach is the emblem of beauty, And the streets still re-echo the names of the trees of the forest, As if they fain would appease the Dryads whose haunts they molested.
Pagina 477 - Let Fate do her worst ; there are relics of joy, Bright dreams of the past, which she cannot destroy ; Which come in the night-time of sorrow and care, And bring back the features that joy used to wear.
Pagina 35 - 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...