The American Whig Review, 1 tomasWiley and Putnam, 1845 |
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... language , which constitutes the great and enduring charm of all , but pre - eminently of early Greek , literature . The poem opens with an address and an exhortation in all the maids and matrons of Greece to hasten and come forth to ...
... language , which constitutes the great and enduring charm of all , but pre - eminently of early Greek , literature . The poem opens with an address and an exhortation in all the maids and matrons of Greece to hasten and come forth to ...
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... language that we utter would begin to lose its harmony ; we should find ourselves in- sensibly forgetting the mastery of that cunning instrument of speech which the poets have fashioned for all the finer relations of life , and talking ...
... language that we utter would begin to lose its harmony ; we should find ourselves in- sensibly forgetting the mastery of that cunning instrument of speech which the poets have fashioned for all the finer relations of life , and talking ...
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... language of the one , they have much of the moral significance of the other . The " Cry of the Children " is in the high lyrical German strain , beyond A Rhapsody of Life's song - writing . Progress recalls to us the philosopher of ...
... language of the one , they have much of the moral significance of the other . The " Cry of the Children " is in the high lyrical German strain , beyond A Rhapsody of Life's song - writing . Progress recalls to us the philosopher of ...
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... language is eloquent and powerful , the reasoning most conclusive : " The security of a country mainly de- pends on its spirit and its means ; and the latter principally on its moneyed resources . Modified as the industry of this ...
... language is eloquent and powerful , the reasoning most conclusive : " The security of a country mainly de- pends on its spirit and its means ; and the latter principally on its moneyed resources . Modified as the industry of this ...
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... language : " What constitutes the danger of aggres- sion ? Superior physical strength uncon- trolled by the moral sentiments . That ani- mal instinct and brute force now govern the world , is painfully apparent in the con- dition of ...
... language : " What constitutes the danger of aggres- sion ? Superior physical strength uncon- trolled by the moral sentiments . That ani- mal instinct and brute force now govern the world , is painfully apparent in the con- dition of ...
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145 psl. - 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 !
145 psl. - 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,
60 psl. - 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!
484 psl. - 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.
143 psl. - 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.
144 psl. - 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.
144 psl. - 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...
484 psl. - 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.
185 psl. - 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.
144 psl. - 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?