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Page 51
... doors at their approach . Families of weeping mothers and dismayed children , at- tended with a few pieces of indispensable furniture , were carried in vehicles of every form . The parent or husband had perished ; and the price of some ...
... doors at their approach . Families of weeping mothers and dismayed children , at- tended with a few pieces of indispensable furniture , were carried in vehicles of every form . The parent or husband had perished ; and the price of some ...
Page 52
... door of which was opened , and before which stood a vehicle , which I presently recognized to be a hearse . The driver was seated on it . I stood still to mark his visage , and to observe the course which he pro- posed to take ...
... door of which was opened , and before which stood a vehicle , which I presently recognized to be a hearse . The driver was seated on it . I stood still to mark his visage , and to observe the course which he pro- posed to take ...
Page 56
... door . He examined every avenue and listened . Thrice he repeated this scrutiny . Having , as it seemed , ascertained that no one lurked within audience , he approached the bed . He put his mouth close to my face . He attempted to speak ...
... door . He examined every avenue and listened . Thrice he repeated this scrutiny . Having , as it seemed , ascertained that no one lurked within audience , he approached the bed . He put his mouth close to my face . He attempted to speak ...
Page 57
... door , and voices , as if busy in discourse . This incident was adapted to infuse the deepest alarm into myself and my companion . The motives of our trepidation were indeed different , and were infinitely more powerful in my case than ...
... door , and voices , as if busy in discourse . This incident was adapted to infuse the deepest alarm into myself and my companion . The motives of our trepidation were indeed different , and were infinitely more powerful in my case than ...
Page 58
... door ; stooping , with his face averted , and eagerly attentive to the conversation in the street . All the circumstances of my present situation tended to arrest the progress of thought and chain my contemplations to one image ; but ...
... door ; stooping , with his face averted , and eagerly attentive to the conversation in the street . All the circumstances of my present situation tended to arrest the progress of thought and chain my contemplations to one image ; but ...
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Page 136 - Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore, Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never — nevermore.
Page 137 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door...
Page 249 - High instincts before which our mortal nature Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised : But for those first affections Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing...
Page 212 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed.
Page 141 - Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days! None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise.
Page 250 - I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
Page 131 - 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...
Page 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.
Page 218 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: — Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Page 242 - Had thrilled my guileless Genevieve; The music and the doleful tale, The rich and balmy eve; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, An undistinguishable throng, And gentle wishes long subdued, Subdued and cherished long. She wept with pity and delight, She blushed with love, and virgin shame; And like the murmur of a dream, I heard her breathe my name. Her bosom heaved, — • she stepped aside, As conscious of my look she stept, — Then suddenly, with timorous eye She fled to me and wept.