Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, Volume 27John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell, Henry T. Steele Leavitt, Throw and Company, 1852 - American periodicals |
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... interest and the most perfect acquaintance with every law grandeur . What the old epics were to by which the whole creation moves can com- the royally or nobly born , this modern epic pensate . We wonder at the grandeur , the is to the ...
... interest and the most perfect acquaintance with every law grandeur . What the old epics were to by which the whole creation moves can com- the royally or nobly born , this modern epic pensate . We wonder at the grandeur , the is to the ...
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... interest was reviving in Hakluyt , and to consign their own volumes to the same ob- scurity to which time and accident were consigning the earlier editions . Very little which was really noteworthy escaped the industry of Hakluyt ...
... interest was reviving in Hakluyt , and to consign their own volumes to the same ob- scurity to which time and accident were consigning the earlier editions . Very little which was really noteworthy escaped the industry of Hakluyt ...
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... interests at stake , raised even common men above themselves ; and people who in ordinary times would have been no more than ... interest . Again , in the conflict with the Spaniards , there was a further feeling , a feeling of gen- uine ...
... interests at stake , raised even common men above themselves ; and people who in ordinary times would have been no more than ... interest . Again , in the conflict with the Spaniards , there was a further feeling , a feeling of gen- uine ...
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... interest in that literary riddle has not at all died away . Influenced a good deal by the foregoing report , and by the opinion of the best critics , among whom is the writer of an article in vol . xliv . of the Edinburgh Review , that ...
... interest in that literary riddle has not at all died away . Influenced a good deal by the foregoing report , and by the opinion of the best critics , among whom is the writer of an article in vol . xliv . of the Edinburgh Review , that ...
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... interest in the object of the letters , who had confronted , upon equal or superior terms , the distinguished men whom he vituperated . His elegant and polished style , magisterial one , and general intrepidity of speech , show him to ...
... interest in the object of the letters , who had confronted , upon equal or superior terms , the distinguished men whom he vituperated . His elegant and polished style , magisterial one , and general intrepidity of speech , show him to ...
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Page 160 - ONCE upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " Tis some visitor," I muttered, " tapping at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more.
Page 161 - 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.
Page 160 - 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.
Page 161 - Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not a...
Page 161 - 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.
Page 162 - 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.
Page 157 - Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again, And, lost each human trace, surrendering up Thine individual being, shalt thou...
Page 157 - 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.
Page 95 - Most wretched men Are cradled into poetry by wrong, They learn in suffering what they teach in song.
Page 156 - In happy homes he saw the light Of household fires gleam warm and bright ; Above, the spectral glaciers shone, And from his lips escaped a groan, Excelsior! "Try not the Pass!