Literary Masterpieces: Franklin: Irving: Bryant: Webster: Everett: Longfellow: Hawthorne: Whittier: Emerson: Holmes: Lowell: Poe: Henry: Wirt: Johnson: Timrod: Lanier: TabbHoughton, Mifflin, 1904 - 433 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα 11
... labor . It could not be from the want of assiduity or persever- ance ; for he would sit on a wet rock , with a rod as long and heavy as a Tartar's lance , and fish all day without a murmur , even though he should not be en- couraged by ...
... labor . It could not be from the want of assiduity or persever- ance ; for he would sit on a wet rock , with a rod as long and heavy as a Tartar's lance , and fish all day without a murmur , even though he should not be en- couraged by ...
Σελίδα 14
... this terrible virago , who charged him outright with encouraging her husband in habits of idleness . Poor Rip was at last reduced almost to despair ; and his only alternative , to escape from the labor 14 WASHINGTON IRVING .
... this terrible virago , who charged him outright with encouraging her husband in habits of idleness . Poor Rip was at last reduced almost to despair ; and his only alternative , to escape from the labor 14 WASHINGTON IRVING .
Σελίδα 15
... labor of the farm and clamor of his wife , was to take gun in hand and stroll away into the woods . Here he would sometimes seat himself at the foot of a tree , and share the contents of his wallet with Wolf , with whom he sympathized ...
... labor of the farm and clamor of his wife , was to take gun in hand and stroll away into the woods . Here he would sometimes seat himself at the foot of a tree , and share the contents of his wallet with Wolf , with whom he sympathized ...
Σελίδα 49
... labor wears ; while the used key is always bright , as Poor Richard says . But dost thou love life ? then do not squander time , for that's the stuff life is made of , as Poor Richard says . How much more that is necessary do we spend ...
... labor wears ; while the used key is always bright , as Poor Richard says . But dost thou love life ? then do not squander time , for that's the stuff life is made of , as Poor Richard says . How much more that is necessary do we spend ...
Σελίδα 51
... labor ? No ! for , as Poor Richard says , Trouble springs from idleness , and grievous toil from needless ease . Many , without labor , would live by their wits only , but they'll break for want of stock [ i . e . capi- tal ] ; whereas ...
... labor ? No ! for , as Poor Richard says , Trouble springs from idleness , and grievous toil from needless ease . Many , without labor , would live by their wits only , but they'll break for want of stock [ i . e . capi- tal ] ; whereas ...
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Acadian Almanac American battle beauty behold beneath blessing born Boston Bunker Hill Monument called character cloud dark death door England English Ernest Evangeline eyes father feeling forest Gathergold gave gazed give gleam Grand-Pré gray hand Hawthorne head heard heart heaven Holy Grail human idle Indian JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER labor Ligeia light lips lived look Lowell maiden manners ment mind morning mountain Nathaniel Hawthorne nature neighbor never Nevermore night o'er patriotism peace Phiz poems poet poetry Poor Richard says POOR RICHARD'S ALMANAC prophecy published Rip Van Winkle river rock round seemed shadow shore silence Sir Launfal SKETCH smile song soul sound spirit Stone Face stood story sweet thee things thou thought tion toil told Twice-Told Tales valley village Virginia voice whole wind wonder words
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Σελίδα 350 - Perched, and sat, and nothing more. 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," I said, "art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!
Σελίδα 39 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, which moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Σελίδα 354 - thing of evil— prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us, by that God we both adore, Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore— Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore!
Σελίδα 353 - 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...
Σελίδα 37 - To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Σελίδα 356 - DURING the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country; and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher.
Σελίδα 349 - This it is and nothing more." Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, "Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is 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.
Σελίδα 76 - NAUTILUS This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main, — The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair.
Σελίδα 38 - To be a brother to the insensible rock And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain Turns with his share and treads upon : the oak Shall send his roots abroad and pierce thy mould.
Σελίδα 351 - 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.