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... Petrarch , ( Henry F. Tuckerman , ) 468 . Poetry . How are We Living , 21 - Hymn of Callimachus , ( in Lavacrum Palladis , ) 36 - Miss Barrett's Poems , 33 - Drama of Exile , 41 - Vision of Poets , 46 - The Dead Pan , 47 - The Forget ...
... Petrarch , ( Henry F. Tuckerman , ) 468 . Poetry . How are We Living , 21 - Hymn of Callimachus , ( in Lavacrum Palladis , ) 36 - Miss Barrett's Poems , 33 - Drama of Exile , 41 - Vision of Poets , 46 - The Dead Pan , 47 - The Forget ...
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... Petrarch and Chaucer were akin in spirit to Wickliffe . Great original writers are reformers in all ages , and among the names that shed lustre on the literature of the periods we have noticed , there is not one , whose writings did not ...
... Petrarch and Chaucer were akin in spirit to Wickliffe . Great original writers are reformers in all ages , and among the names that shed lustre on the literature of the periods we have noticed , there is not one , whose writings did not ...
Side 468
... Petrarch . In a few mo- ments he stands before a homely , grey building , in a narrow and rude thorough- fare , upon the front of which is a marble tablet that proclaims it to be the humble dwelling where the poet was born , July 20th ...
... Petrarch . In a few mo- ments he stands before a homely , grey building , in a narrow and rude thorough- fare , upon the front of which is a marble tablet that proclaims it to be the humble dwelling where the poet was born , July 20th ...
Side 469
... Petrarch dwells with such fondness on the most trivial associations . They helped him to recal the past , to bring more distinctly before him the im- age of Laura , and to realize more com- pletely the delicious though tyrannical sway ...
... Petrarch dwells with such fondness on the most trivial associations . They helped him to recal the past , to bring more distinctly before him the im- age of Laura , and to realize more com- pletely the delicious though tyrannical sway ...
Side 470
... Petrarch affords a good illustration of this subject , because he has bequeathed a record of his experience , which fame has rendered classical . In him , as in every one , the influence of the sentiment was modified by particular ...
... Petrarch affords a good illustration of this subject , because he has bequeathed a record of his experience , which fame has rendered classical . In him , as in every one , the influence of the sentiment was modified by particular ...
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Side 145 - 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 in Gilead? — tell me — tell me, I implore !
Side 145 - Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend ! " I shrieked, upstarting. " Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore ! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken ! — quit the bust above my door ! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door ! " Quoth the Raven,
Side 60 - O Lady! we receive but what we give, And in our life alone does Nature live : Ours is her wedding garment, ours her shroud ! And would we aught behold, of higher worth, Than that inanimate cold world allowed To the poor loveless ever-anxious crowd, Ah ! from the soul itself must issue forth A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud Enveloping the Earth — And from the soul itself must there be sent A sweet and potent voice, of its own birth, Of all sweet sounds the life and element ! O pure of heart!
Side 484 - Dreams, books, are each a world ; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good : Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, Our pastime and our happiness will grow.
Side 143 - Ah, distinctly 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.
Side 144 - 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.
Side 144 - 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 minute...
Side 484 - Many a man lives a burden to the earth; but a good book is the precious life-blood of a master spirit, embalmed and treasured up on purpose to a life beyond life.
Side 185 - What is the cause, Laertes, That thy rebellion looks so giant-like ? Let him go, Gertrude ; do not fear our person ; There's such divinity doth hedge a king, That treason can but peep to what it would, Acts little of his will.
Side 144 - 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. Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?