The Southern literary messenger, Svazek 141848 |
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Strana 1
... Night are numbered with the faded and forgotten pageantries of the olden time . But the recurrence of a New - Year is calculated to awaken other and sadder feelings . Mankind are so little disposed to meditation , that it is only at ...
... Night are numbered with the faded and forgotten pageantries of the olden time . But the recurrence of a New - Year is calculated to awaken other and sadder feelings . Mankind are so little disposed to meditation , that it is only at ...
Strana 5
... night is clear there may always be an eye for every Telescope in the Observatory . But the unusual demand for officers afloat on the one hand and their anxiety for war service on the other , have made it difficult , during the last year ...
... night is clear there may always be an eye for every Telescope in the Observatory . But the unusual demand for officers afloat on the one hand and their anxiety for war service on the other , have made it difficult , during the last year ...
Strana 10
... night , when for a moment all would be as light as day , and a moment after , so dark , that you could not see an oars - length from the vessel . The Captain was forward , and all the hands except the cook and myself were aloft . The ...
... night , when for a moment all would be as light as day , and a moment after , so dark , that you could not see an oars - length from the vessel . The Captain was forward , and all the hands except the cook and myself were aloft . The ...
Strana 21
... night all the in- they partook of a coarse and frugal but habitants were assembled in Colonel Donal- strengthening and comfortable repast , for to ly's dwelling - house . This building which the hungry soul every bitter thing is sweet ...
... night all the in- they partook of a coarse and frugal but habitants were assembled in Colonel Donal- strengthening and comfortable repast , for to ly's dwelling - house . This building which the hungry soul every bitter thing is sweet ...
Strana 22
... night , but no enemy had yet ap- garrison , who knew something of the Indian peared . The second day passed off in like tongue , invited him into the fort with an as- manner . On the second night most of the surance of safety . But he ...
... night , but no enemy had yet ap- garrison , who knew something of the Indian peared . The second day passed off in like tongue , invited him into the fort with an as- manner . On the second night most of the surance of safety . But he ...
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Strana 35 - This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch...
Strana 35 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, — "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou...
Strana 58 - And the third angel sounded, and there fell a great star from heaven, burning, as it were a lamp, and it fell upon the third part of the rivers, and upon the fountains of waters...
Strana 35 - But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered Till I scarcely more than muttered, 'Other friends have flown before On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.
Strana 35 - 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!
Strana 238 - So, cast and mingled with his very frame. The mind's disease, its ruling passion came; Each vital humour which should feed the whole, Soon flows to this, in body and in soul: Whatever warms the heart, or fills the head, As the mind opens, and its functions spread, Imagination plies her dangerous art, And pours it all upon the peccant part.
Strana 241 - Mammon led them on, Mammon, the least erected Spirit that fell From Heaven; for even in Heaven his looks and thoughts Were always downward bent, admiring more The riches of Heaven's pavement, trodden gold, Than aught divine or holy else enjoyed In vision beatific.
Strana 62 - IN that delightful land which is washed by the Delaware's waters, Guarding in sylvan shades the name of Penn the apostle, Stands on the banks of its beautiful stream the city he founded. There all the air is balm, and the peach is the emblem of beauty, And the streets still re-echo the names of the trees of the forest, As if they fain would appease the Dryads whose haunts they molested.
Strana 477 - Let Fate do her worst ; there are relics of joy, Bright dreams of the past, which she cannot destroy ; Which come in the night-time of sorrow and care, And bring back the features that joy used to wear.
Strana 35 - 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...