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... POETS OF AMERICA , FIRST PAPER : - 1. Poems by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow . New Edition . London : David Bogue ... Poet . Composition of his Tragedy Sylla . " History of the Tragedy . Compari- son of it with the Sylla of Dekker and ...
... POETS OF AMERICA , FIRST PAPER : - 1. Poems by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow . New Edition . London : David Bogue ... Poet . Composition of his Tragedy Sylla . " History of the Tragedy . Compari- son of it with the Sylla of Dekker and ...
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... Poet Laureate . London : Moxon . 1855 . PAGE . II . - JOHN BANIM : -PART VI . Life in France . Ill- ness . Letters . Disputes with Publishers . Composition of " The Smuggler , " and of " The Dwarf Bride . " Writes dramatic pieces for ...
... Poet Laureate . London : Moxon . 1855 . PAGE . II . - JOHN BANIM : -PART VI . Life in France . Ill- ness . Letters . Disputes with Publishers . Composition of " The Smuggler , " and of " The Dwarf Bride . " Writes dramatic pieces for ...
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... Poet , Thomas Moore , Esq . With the Highest National Pride in his Genius as an Irishman , These Tales are Inscribed . " It would appear that Moore , although blundering in his recollection of the words of the dedication , was pleased ...
... Poet , Thomas Moore , Esq . With the Highest National Pride in his Genius as an Irishman , These Tales are Inscribed . " It would appear that Moore , although blundering in his recollection of the words of the dedication , was pleased ...
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... poet , ' which was handsome of him . " * It would , perhaps , be almost impossible to suggest any plot more powerfully conceived , and more vigorously elabora- ted than that of The Nowlans . It is , in truth , the analysis of passion ...
... poet , ' which was handsome of him . " * It would , perhaps , be almost impossible to suggest any plot more powerfully conceived , and more vigorously elabora- ted than that of The Nowlans . It is , in truth , the analysis of passion ...
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... poets of Conviviality and of the poets of Fashion , * and why should we not write of the poets of Labor : not , of ne- cessity , of those who have sung of Labor , but of those who , springing from the sons of toil , have obeyed the ...
... poets of Conviviality and of the poets of Fashion , * and why should we not write of the poets of Labor : not , of ne- cessity , of those who have sung of Labor , but of those who , springing from the sons of toil , have obeyed the ...
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Страница 575 - 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.
Страница 581 - The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives...
Страница 577 - Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of Despair! How they clang, and clash, and roar! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air! Yet the ear it fully knows, By the twanging, And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows; Yet the ear distinctly tells, In the jangling, And the wrangling, How the danger sinks and swells, By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells Of the bells Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells In the clamor...
Страница 201 - O what a glory doth this world put on For him who, with a fervent heart, goes forth Under the bright and glorious sky, and looks On duties well performed, and days well spent! For him the wind, ay, and the yellow leaves, Shall have a voice, and give him eloquent teachings; He shall so hear the solemn hymn, that Death Has lifted up for all, that he shall go To his long resting-place without a tear.
Страница 577 - In the silence of the night, How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people - ah, the people They that dwell up in the steeple, 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,...
Страница 464 - I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling, And here and there a foamy flake Upon me, as I travel With many a silvery waterbreak Above the golden gravel, And draw them all along, and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever. I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers; I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers.
Страница 218 - And if I should live to be The last leaf upon the tree In the spring, Let them smile, as I do now, At the old forsaken bough Where I cling.
Страница 575 - But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore, What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking "Nevermore.
Страница 465 - Stormed at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of death, Into the mouth of hell Rode the six hundred.