The Masterpieces and the History of Literature1902 |
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... silent night's the fittest time for moan , But stay this once , unto my suit give ear , And tell my griefs in either Hemisphere : ( And if the whirling of thy wheels don't drownd The woful accents of my doleful sound ) . If in thy swift ...
... silent night's the fittest time for moan , But stay this once , unto my suit give ear , And tell my griefs in either Hemisphere : ( And if the whirling of thy wheels don't drownd The woful accents of my doleful sound ) . If in thy swift ...
Página 56
... silence was uninterrupted except by far - off sounds , produced by some moving carriage . Once more he summoned resolution and spoke : " Surrender them to me - for - they are forged . Formerly I told you that a scheme of forgery had ...
... silence was uninterrupted except by far - off sounds , produced by some moving carriage . Once more he summoned resolution and spoke : " Surrender them to me - for - they are forged . Formerly I told you that a scheme of forgery had ...
Página 58
... with limbs trembling , features aghast and eyes glaring upon me . For a time he was without speech . The storm was gathering in silence , and at length burst upon me . In a tone menacing and loud , he 58 LITERATURE of all NATIONS .
... with limbs trembling , features aghast and eyes glaring upon me . For a time he was without speech . The storm was gathering in silence , and at length burst upon me . In a tone menacing and loud , he 58 LITERATURE of all NATIONS .
Página 73
... silent awe , expecting every moment to hear the shrill voice of Dame Van Winkle . He found the house gone to decay ... silence . He now hurried forth , and hastened to his old resort , the village inn - but it too was gone . A large ...
... silent awe , expecting every moment to hear the shrill voice of Dame Van Winkle . He found the house gone to decay ... silence . He now hurried forth , and hastened to his old resort , the village inn - but it too was gone . A large ...
Página 75
... silence for a little while , when an old man replied , in a thin , piping voice , " Nicholas Vedder ? why , he is dead and gone these eighteen years . There was a wooden tomb - stone in the church - yard that used to tell all about him ...
... silence for a little while , when an old man replied , in a thin , piping voice , " Nicholas Vedder ? why , he is dead and gone these eighteen years . There was a wooden tomb - stone in the church - yard that used to tell all about him ...
Términos y frases comunes
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
Pasajes populares
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.