American Classics for Seventh and Eighth Grade Reading: With Biographical Sketches, Portraits and Suggestions for StudyHoughton Mifflin, 1905 - 437 σελίδες |
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... death in 1859 . The fruits of this final period were Mahomet and his Suc- cessors , which , with a volume of posthumous publication , Spanish Papers and other Miscellanies , completed the series of Spanish and Moorish subjects which ...
... death in 1859 . The fruits of this final period were Mahomet and his Suc- cessors , which , with a volume of posthumous publication , Spanish Papers and other Miscellanies , completed the series of Spanish and Moorish subjects which ...
Σελίδα 79
... death selections from these note - books were pub- lished in six volumes , under the titles : Passages from the American Note - Books of Nathaniel Hawthorne , Passages from the English Note - Books of Nathaniel Hawthorne , and Passages ...
... death selections from these note - books were pub- lished in six volumes , under the titles : Passages from the American Note - Books of Nathaniel Hawthorne , Passages from the English Note - Books of Nathaniel Hawthorne , and Passages ...
Σελίδα 83
... death , a paper of reminiscences which is included in Soundings from the Atlantic ; and Longfellow welcomed Twice - Told Tales with a glowing article in the North American Review , xlviii . 59 , which is reproduced in his prose works ...
... death , a paper of reminiscences which is included in Soundings from the Atlantic ; and Longfellow welcomed Twice - Told Tales with a glowing article in the North American Review , xlviii . 59 , which is reproduced in his prose works ...
Σελίδα 92
... that his wealth , which was the body and spirit of his ex- istence , had disappeared before his death , leaving nothing of him but a living skeleton , covered over with a wrinkled , yellow skin . Since the melting 92 NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE .
... that his wealth , which was the body and spirit of his ex- istence , had disappeared before his death , leaving nothing of him but a living skeleton , covered over with a wrinkled , yellow skin . Since the melting 92 NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE .
Σελίδα 129
... Death , And Love can never lose its own ! We sped the time with stories old , Wrought puzzles out , and riddles told , Or stammered from our school - book lore " The chief of Gambia's golden shore . " How often since , when all the land ...
... Death , And Love can never lose its own ! We sped the time with stories old , Wrought puzzles out , and riddles told , Or stammered from our school - book lore " The chief of Gambia's golden shore . " How often since , when all the land ...
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Σελίδα 194 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.
Σελίδα 362 - All alone, And who tolling, tolling, tolling, In that muffled monotone, Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone — They are neither man nor woman — They are neither brute nor human — They are Ghouls: And their king it is who tolls; And he rolls, rolls, rolls, Rolls A paean from the bells!
Σελίδα 175 - 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 352 - 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.
Σελίδα 159 - Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers.
Σελίδα 357 - 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 176 - Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there : And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep— the dead reign there alone.
Σελίδα 129 - Who, hopeless, lays his dead away, Nor looks to see the breaking day Across the mournful marbles play! Who hath not learned, in hours of faith, The truth to flesh and sense unknown, That Life is ever lord of Death, And Love can never lose its own!
Σελίδα 194 - 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 26 - Rip looked and beheld a precise counterpart of himself as he went up the mountain, apparently as lazy and certainly as ragged. The poor fellow was now completely confounded. He doubted his own identity, and whether he was himself or another man. In the midst of his bewilderment, the man in the cocked hat demanded who he was, and what was his name. "God knows," exclaimed he, at his wit's end; "I'm not myself.