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... North British Review , Nov. , 1860 . -T . B. Aldrich , The names of the best known of our later poets are- J. G. Holland , E. Hopper , S. W. Patten , T. B. Read , Theo . Tilton , R. G. White , Bret Harte , J. J. Piatt , Walt Whitman ...
... North British Review , Nov. , 1860 . -T . B. Aldrich , The names of the best known of our later poets are- J. G. Holland , E. Hopper , S. W. Patten , T. B. Read , Theo . Tilton , R. G. White , Bret Harte , J. J. Piatt , Walt Whitman ...
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... North American Review , The Atlantic Monthly , Harpers ' Magazine , The Overland Monthly , and The Galaxy . * Concerning the character of American magazine literature , we have the following staunch testimony fresh from across the ...
... North American Review , The Atlantic Monthly , Harpers ' Magazine , The Overland Monthly , and The Galaxy . * Concerning the character of American magazine literature , we have the following staunch testimony fresh from across the ...
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... native of the United States . The American is by nature locomotive ; he believes in change of air for health , change of residence for success , change of * North British Review , November , 1860 . A few of the best known are ( using ...
... native of the United States . The American is by nature locomotive ; he believes in change of air for health , change of residence for success , change of * North British Review , November , 1860 . A few of the best known are ( using ...
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... North American Review , and by penning the sketches of travel in Outre Mer . Relinquishing his professorship at Bowdoin in 1835 , he accepted a similar one at Harvard College . Prior to enter- ing on each of the above - mentioned ...
... North American Review , and by penning the sketches of travel in Outre Mer . Relinquishing his professorship at Bowdoin in 1835 , he accepted a similar one at Harvard College . Prior to enter- ing on each of the above - mentioned ...
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... a strain of pure and high sentiment , that expands and lifts up the soul , and brings it nearer to the source of moral beauty . " * * North American Review , vol . xiii . Abandoning the law in 1825 for literature , he came BRYANT . 59.
... a strain of pure and high sentiment , that expands and lifts up the soul , and brings it nearer to the source of moral beauty . " * * North American Review , vol . xiii . Abandoning the law in 1825 for literature , he came BRYANT . 59.
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Page 321 - When my eyes shall be turned to behold, for the last time, the sun in heaven, may I not see him shining on the broken and dishonored fragments of a once glorious Union ; on states dissevered, discordant, belligerent ; on a land rent with civil feuds, or drenched, it may be, in fraternal blood ! Let their last .feeble and lingering glance rather behold the gorgeous ensign of the republic, now known and honored throughout the earth, still full high advanced, its arms and trophies streaming in their...
Page 148 - Nevermore." "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! — prophet still, if bird or devil ! — Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted — On this home by Horror haunted — tell me truly, I implore — Is there — is there balm inGilead? — tell me — tell me, I implore!
Page 149 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore!
Page 145 - 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 99 - So all night long the storm roared on : The morning broke without a sun ; In tiny spherule traced with lines Of Nature's geometric signs, In starry flake, and pellicle, All day the hoary meteor fell ; And, when the second morning shone, We looked upon a world unknown, On nothing we could call our own. Around the glistening wonder bent The blue walls of the firmament, No cloud above, no earth below, — A universe of sky and snow...
Page 55 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead...
Page 151 - GREEN be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days ! None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise.
Page 146 - 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 253 - The very village was altered; it was larger and more populous. There were rows of houses which he had never seen before, and those which had been his familiar haunts had disappeared. Strange names were over the doors, strange faces at the windows — everything was strange.
Page 59 - 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.