The Bookman, Volum 8Dodd, Mead and Company, 1899 |
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Side 36 - O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain! my Captain!
Side 36 - In the greenest of our valleys, By good angels tenanted, Once a fair and stately palace — Radiant palace — reared its head. In the monarch Thought's dominion — It stood there! Never seraph spread a pinion Over fabric half so fair.
Side 36 - WHEN Love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates; When I lie tangled in her hair And fettered to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.
Side 551 - Then Apollyon straddled quite over the whole breadth of the way, and said, I am void of fear in this matter; prepare thyself to die; for I swear by my infernal den, that thou shalt go no further; here will I spill thy soul.
Side 225 - I greet you at the beginning of a great career, which yet must have had a long foreground somewhere, for such a start. I rubbed my eyes a little, to see if this sunbeam were no illusion; but the solid sense of the book is a sober certainty. It has the best merits — namely, of fortifying and encouraging.
Side 235 - ... should die to-night And you should come to my cold corpse and say, Weeping and heartsick o'er my lifeless clay — If I should die to-night, And you should come in deepest grief and woe — And say : " Here's that ten dollars that I owe," I might arise in my large white cravat And say, "What's that?
Side 225 - I am not blind to the worth of the wonderful gift of Leaves of Grass. I find it the most extraordinary piece of wit and wisdom that America has yet contributed In the Twilight of Love 1 am very happy in reading it, as great power makes us happy.
Side 30 - This life as you now live it and have lived it, you will have to live once more and innumerable times more; and there will be nothing new in it, but every pain and every joy and every thought and sigh and everything unutterably small or great in your life will have to return to you, all in the same succession and sequence even this spider and this moonlight between the trees, and even this moment and I myself.
Side 175 - ... feature" material, forerunners of modern syndicate copy. Samuel Keimer of The Universal Instructor in all Arts and Sciences; and Pennsylvania Gazette...
Side 133 - Go, wretch, resign the presidential chair, Disclose thy secret measures, foul or fair. Go, search with curious eye, for horned frogs, Mid the wild wastes of Louisianian bogs ; Or, where Ohio rolls his turbid stream, Dig for huge bones, thy glory and thy theme.