The Ridpath Library of Universal Literature: A Biographical and Bibliographical Summary of the World's Most Eminent Authors, Including the Choicest Extracts and Masterpieces from Their Writings, Volum 18Avil Printing Company, 1903 |
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... breath of May Creeps whisperingly where brightest flowers have birth , And the young sun beams forth with redder ray On the broad bosom of the teeming earth . The Spring is come ! How gladly nature wakes From the dark slumber of the ...
... breath of May Creeps whisperingly where brightest flowers have birth , And the young sun beams forth with redder ray On the broad bosom of the teeming earth . The Spring is come ! How gladly nature wakes From the dark slumber of the ...
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... breath of a spirit sighing . The castle portal stood grimly wide ; None welcomed the king from that weary ride ; For dead , in the light of the dawning day , The pale , sweet form of the welcomer lay , Who had yearned for his voice ...
... breath of a spirit sighing . The castle portal stood grimly wide ; None welcomed the king from that weary ride ; For dead , in the light of the dawning day , The pale , sweet form of the welcomer lay , Who had yearned for his voice ...
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... breath That marred this dream of peace below ; " O God , " I cried , " give , give me death , Or give me grace to bear thy blow ! " ELISHA KENT KANE . ( Died February 15 , 1857. ) Aloft upon an old basaltic crag , Which , scalped by ...
... breath That marred this dream of peace below ; " O God , " I cried , " give , give me death , Or give me grace to bear thy blow ! " ELISHA KENT KANE . ( Died February 15 , 1857. ) Aloft upon an old basaltic crag , Which , scalped by ...
Side 39
... of death The bossy buckler and the spear of fire ; The bard was there , with spirit - stirring breath , His bold heart quivering as he swept the wire , And poured his notes , amid the ensanguined heath , ADAM GOTTLOB OEHLENSCHLÄGER 39.
... of death The bossy buckler and the spear of fire ; The bard was there , with spirit - stirring breath , His bold heart quivering as he swept the wire , And poured his notes , amid the ensanguined heath , ADAM GOTTLOB OEHLENSCHLÄGER 39.
Side 40
... heart beats high , my breath comes freer forth - why should my heart be sore ? I hear the eagle's and the vulture's cry , the nightin- gale's no more . Where is the laurel ? Where the myrtle's bloom ? 40 ADAM GOTTLOB OEHLENSCHLÄGER.
... heart beats high , my breath comes freer forth - why should my heart be sore ? I hear the eagle's and the vulture's cry , the nightin- gale's no more . Where is the laurel ? Where the myrtle's bloom ? 40 ADAM GOTTLOB OEHLENSCHLÄGER.
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Side 447 - ... 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 in Gilead? tell me — tell me, I implore !
Side 439 - Hear the sledges with the bells Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Side 476 - Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees; Lives through all life, extends through all extent; Spreads undivided, operates unspent! Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart; As full, as perfect in vile man that mourns, As the rapt seraph that adores and burns: To him no high, no low, no great, no small; He fills, He bounds, connects, and equals all.
Side 472 - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends ; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride Might hide her faults, if Belles had faults to hide : If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all.
Side 443 - 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.
Side 447 - And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming' And the lamplight 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!
Side 237 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Side 449 - ... an utter depression of soul which I can compare to no earthly sensation more properly than to the after-dream of the reveller upon opium, the bitter lapse into everyday life, the hideous dropping off of the veil.
Side 477 - Aonian maids, Delight no more — O thou my voice inspire Who touch'd Isaiah's hallow'd lips with fire ! Rapt into future times, the Bard begun : A Virgin shall conceive, a Virgin bear a Son...
Side 449 - It was a mystery all insoluble ; nor could I grapple with the shadowy fancies that crowded upon me as I pondered.