Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, כרך 27John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell, Henry T. Steele Leavitt, Throw and Company, 1852 |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 100
עמוד 2
... never heard Hakluyt's name , the editors are scarcely to be blamed if it never so much as occurred to them that general readers would ever come to care to have it within their reach . It is a form of thought which , however in a vague ...
... never heard Hakluyt's name , the editors are scarcely to be blamed if it never so much as occurred to them that general readers would ever come to care to have it within their reach . It is a form of thought which , however in a vague ...
עמוד 4
... never again an opportunity them who , in the succeeding battle , had their store two stumps with bundles of arrows , he succored of winning back his lost laurels , he respects wasted ; and changing himself from place to place , himself ...
... never again an opportunity them who , in the succeeding battle , had their store two stumps with bundles of arrows , he succored of winning back his lost laurels , he respects wasted ; and changing himself from place to place , himself ...
עמוד 5
... never fail to find among the lists of contributors the Queen's Majesty , Burleigh , Leicester , Wal- singham . Never chary of her presence , for Elizabeth could afford to condescend , when ships were fitting for distant voyages in the ...
... never fail to find among the lists of contributors the Queen's Majesty , Burleigh , Leicester , Wal- singham . Never chary of her presence , for Elizabeth could afford to condescend , when ships were fitting for distant voyages in the ...
עמוד 10
... never the Indians , never any but the surrendered to the same men who had made Spaniards or the French , when the English it the scene of their atrocity ; and two years were at war with them ; and , on the whole , later , 500 of the ...
... never the Indians , never any but the surrendered to the same men who had made Spaniards or the French , when the English it the scene of their atrocity ; and two years were at war with them ; and , on the whole , later , 500 of the ...
עמוד 19
... never less than two mighty galleons were at her side and aboard her , " washing up like waves upon a rock , and falling foiled and shattered back amidst the roar of the artillery . Before morning fifteen several armadas had assailed her ...
... never less than two mighty galleons were at her side and aboard her , " washing up like waves upon a rock , and falling foiled and shattered back amidst the roar of the artillery . Before morning fifteen several armadas had assailed her ...
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admirable appeared army battle beautiful became Bentley's Miscellany British called Chamfort character Chatham church command court death Duke Duke of Wellington Edinburgh Edinburgh Review enemy England English Epaminondas eyes fact favor feeling force France French genius George George Grenville Gibbon give Goethe Haldane hand heart honor human Junius King labor Lady Leon less letters literary literature live London look Lord Lord Bute Lord Chatham Lord Rockingham Madame Mantinea ment mind Molière Montcalm moral nation nature never novel once party passed person philosophy phrenology Pitt poet political Polybius Portugal present reader remarkable Robert Haldane Rockingham Roman royal says Scipio Scotland seems shawl Soult spirit success things thought tion Tory troops truth ture volume Wellington Whig whole words write young
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 160 - ONCE upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " Tis some visitor," I muttered, " tapping at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more.
עמוד 161 - This it is and nothing more." 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.
עמוד 160 - 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.
עמוד 161 - 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...
עמוד 161 - 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.
עמוד 162 - thing of evil - prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.
עמוד 157 - Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again, And, lost each human trace, surrendering up Thine individual being, shalt thou...
עמוד 157 - To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
עמוד 95 - Most wretched men Are cradled into poetry by wrong, They learn in suffering what they teach in song.
עמוד 156 - In happy homes he saw the light Of household fires gleam warm and bright ; Above, the spectral glaciers shone, And from his lips escaped a groan, Excelsior! "Try not the Pass!