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... and this is one of them ! " Paul Jones , the bold - brave Admiral , ought , we consider , not to have been introduced by the author , if he could find nothing better for him to do than to conduct the ship 26 JAMES FENIMORE COOPER .
... and this is one of them ! " Paul Jones , the bold - brave Admiral , ought , we consider , not to have been introduced by the author , if he could find nothing better for him to do than to conduct the ship 26 JAMES FENIMORE COOPER .
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... considering him critically , and at once commence by complaining of his peculiar metre and occasional obscurity . Mr. Browning has often maintained that the poet has a perfect and unchal- lengeable right to place the thought in any ...
... considering him critically , and at once commence by complaining of his peculiar metre and occasional obscurity . Mr. Browning has often maintained that the poet has a perfect and unchal- lengeable right to place the thought in any ...
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... consider him a consistent and logical writer . That his style is somewhat involved we readily admit , but there is a force and condensation about it that fixes it on the mind . To be sure , we cannot run and read it as we run , but it ...
... consider him a consistent and logical writer . That his style is somewhat involved we readily admit , but there is a force and condensation about it that fixes it on the mind . To be sure , we cannot run and read it as we run , but it ...
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... consider as the union of brain and heart , thought and feeling . It was in this manner that Coleridge always insisted upon the incorporation of goodness into great- ness : he never would allow any man to be great without he was good ...
... consider as the union of brain and heart , thought and feeling . It was in this manner that Coleridge always insisted upon the incorporation of goodness into great- ness : he never would allow any man to be great without he was good ...
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... has done is permanent , and America will always in after times be proud of Ralph Waldo Emerson , and consider him one of her noblest sons . verse . NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS . THERE is a want of naturalness 4 RALPH WALDO 77 EMERSON .
... has done is permanent , and America will always in after times be proud of Ralph Waldo Emerson , and consider him one of her noblest sons . verse . NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS . THERE is a want of naturalness 4 RALPH WALDO 77 EMERSON .
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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.