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... less sketches , which have nothing to recommend them beyond the carefulness of their finish ; it is a very safe and a very easy way to found a reputation upon the fidelity of minute descrip- tion . What powers of mind are required to ...
... less sketches , which have nothing to recommend them beyond the carefulness of their finish ; it is a very safe and a very easy way to found a reputation upon the fidelity of minute descrip- tion . What powers of mind are required to ...
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... less destroy the truth . We shall not enter into the improbabilities of the plot , but endeavor to illustrate Mr. Cooper's genius by bringing before the reader the scene where the old sailor perishes suicidally in the vessel . It is so ...
... less destroy the truth . We shall not enter into the improbabilities of the plot , but endeavor to illustrate Mr. Cooper's genius by bringing before the reader the scene where the old sailor perishes suicidally in the vessel . It is so ...
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... less to be pitied in this tempest . ' " Do you still think there is much danger ? ' asked Dillon . 666 " To them that have reason to fear death . Listen ! do you hear that hollow noise beneath ye ? ' " " Tis the wind , driving by the ...
... less to be pitied in this tempest . ' " Do you still think there is much danger ? ' asked Dillon . 666 " To them that have reason to fear death . Listen ! do you hear that hollow noise beneath ye ? ' " " Tis the wind , driving by the ...
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... less his duty on the other hand as a soldier to obey the orders of his superior officer . After this digression we shall enter one of Mr. Cooper's forests and refresh our readers ' attention . We must premise that this is by no means ...
... less his duty on the other hand as a soldier to obey the orders of his superior officer . After this digression we shall enter one of Mr. Cooper's forests and refresh our readers ' attention . We must premise that this is by no means ...
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... less than between action and narration . The dramatist includes the novelist and the romancist . The latter may eke out his short- comings by description , as a man in an equivocal position may explain the ambiguity away , and stultify ...
... less than between action and narration . The dramatist includes the novelist and the romancist . The latter may eke out his short- comings by description , as a man in an equivocal position may explain the ambiguity away , and stultify ...
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Page 163 - are beating Funeral marches to the grave. ***** " Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time! " Footprints! that perhaps another, Sailing o'er Life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing shall take heart again!
Page 128 - 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.
Page 197 - 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.
Page 357 - His soul was like a star, and dwelt apart! He had a voice whose sound was like the sea, Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free ; So did he travel on life's common way, In cheerful godliness, and yet his heart The lowliest duties on itself did lay
Page 220 - eye serene The very pulse of the machine; A being breathing thoughtful breath, A traveller between life and death; The reason firm, the temperate will, Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill; A perfect woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command: And yet a spirit still, and bright With something of angelic light.
Page 230 - His few surviving comrades saw His smile when rang their proud hurrah, And the red field was won: Then saw in death his eyelids close, Calmly, as to a night's repose, Like flowers at set of sun. Bozzaris! with the storied brave, Greece mustered in her glory's time, Rest thee; there is no prouder grave,
Page 164 - There is a reaper whose name is Death, And with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded gram at a breath, And the flowers that grow between. * * * * " He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves, It was for the Lord of Paradise' He bound them in his sheaves.
Page 156 - Of visitation from the living God, Thought was not, in enjoyment it expired; No thanks he breathed, he proffered no request. Rapt into still communion that transcends The imperfect offices of prayer and praise, His mind was a thanksgiving to the power That made him—it was blessedness and love.
Page 130 - Not the least obeisance made he; Not an instant stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, Perched above my chamber door— Perched upon a bust of Pallas Just above my chamber door— Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Page 160 - Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought, Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought.