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... round bewildered on the expectant throng ; Then thought of fair Almira , and took heart To speak out what was in him , clear and strong , Alike regardless of their smile or frown , And quite determined not to be laughed down . " Plato ...
... round bewildered on the expectant throng ; Then thought of fair Almira , and took heart To speak out what was in him , clear and strong , Alike regardless of their smile or frown , And quite determined not to be laughed down . " Plato ...
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... round these birds were brought , By order of the town , with anxious quest , And , loosened from their wicker prisons , sought In woods and fields the places they loved best , Singing loud canticles , which many thought Were satires to ...
... round these birds were brought , By order of the town , with anxious quest , And , loosened from their wicker prisons , sought In woods and fields the places they loved best , Singing loud canticles , which many thought Were satires to ...
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... round all , Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste , - Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man . The golden sun , The planets , all the infinite host of heaven , Are shining on the sad abodes of death , Through the ...
... round all , Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste , - Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man . The golden sun , The planets , all the infinite host of heaven , Are shining on the sad abodes of death , Through the ...
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... round me - the perpetual work Of thy creation , finished , yet renewed For ever . Written on thy works I read The lesson of thy own eternity . Lo ! all grow old and die — but see again How on the faltering footstep of decay Youth ...
... round me - the perpetual work Of thy creation , finished , yet renewed For ever . Written on thy works I read The lesson of thy own eternity . Lo ! all grow old and die — but see again How on the faltering footstep of decay Youth ...
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... birds Aud silken - winged insects of the sky . Frail wood - plants clustered round thy edge in Spring . The liverleaf put forth her sister blooms * Harper's Magazine . Of faintest blue . Here the quick - footed wolf 6 * BRYANT . 65.
... birds Aud silken - winged insects of the sky . Frail wood - plants clustered round thy edge in Spring . The liverleaf put forth her sister blooms * Harper's Magazine . Of faintest blue . Here the quick - footed wolf 6 * BRYANT . 65.
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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.