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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... write their biographies , but to sketch the details of a few scenes , in the hope that they may tempt those under whose eyes they may fall to look for themselves to complete the per- fect figure . Some two miles above the port of Dart ...
... write their biographies , but to sketch the details of a few scenes , in the hope that they may tempt those under whose eyes they may fall to look for themselves to complete the per- fect figure . Some two miles above the port of Dart ...
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... write it down , it is not with sorrow , but with joy and pride . General came on board the Golden Hinde noon , the ... writer , who is unable to comprehend such high gallantry , there must have been something on his mind of what the ...
... write it down , it is not with sorrow , but with joy and pride . General came on board the Golden Hinde noon , the ... writer , who is unable to comprehend such high gallantry , there must have been something on his mind of what the ...
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... writer has connected himself with the go- vernmental history of his day in England in a manner too striking to permit the mere lapse of time to nullify him . He waged war with the Government of George the Third before the Thirteen ...
... writer has connected himself with the go- vernmental history of his day in England in a manner too striking to permit the mere lapse of time to nullify him . He waged war with the Government of George the Third before the Thirteen ...
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... write like Junius ; and if I could , I would not . " 66 Gibbon was also spoken of ; but he had nothing in common with the Man in the Mask but a splendid style . The historian's rhetoric is never colored by the warm blood of cotemporary ...
... write like Junius ; and if I could , I would not . " 66 Gibbon was also spoken of ; but he had nothing in common with the Man in the Mask but a splendid style . The historian's rhetoric is never colored by the warm blood of cotemporary ...
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... writer of an article in vol . xliv . of the Edinburgh Review , that Ju- nius was a Grenvilleite , Mr. Newhall tries to find in Earl Temple some lineaments of Junius . But after all is said and proved , we find that , like the clothes of ...
... writer of an article in vol . xliv . of the Edinburgh Review , that Ju- nius was a Grenvilleite , Mr. Newhall tries to find in Earl Temple some lineaments of Junius . But after all is said and proved , we find that , like the clothes of ...
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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!