The village bridal and other poems. Also, two lectures |
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... developed , and , however circumstances might depress , would stimulate my mind with boldness and perseverance . In the year 1850 my attention was directed to the study of society , and its various political , religious , and social ...
... developed , and , however circumstances might depress , would stimulate my mind with boldness and perseverance . In the year 1850 my attention was directed to the study of society , and its various political , religious , and social ...
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... ours , to move all barriers from the way , That Progress may pursue , unstay'd its course , And Science , Art , and Nature , in its car- May yield developed wonders to the mind . G Noble the task ! to guide our fellow man , 73.
... ours , to move all barriers from the way , That Progress may pursue , unstay'd its course , And Science , Art , and Nature , in its car- May yield developed wonders to the mind . G Noble the task ! to guide our fellow man , 73.
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... developed in various ways . It is indeed a thought that should create within us grate- ful emotions to that Omniscient Power , whose hand - marks can be traced in all the varied scenes the universe displays . No matter the season , His ...
... developed in various ways . It is indeed a thought that should create within us grate- ful emotions to that Omniscient Power , whose hand - marks can be traced in all the varied scenes the universe displays . No matter the season , His ...
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... developed their utility by divesting them of their apparent impracticabilities , but the slow and continual efforts made to bring them to perfection , and show them to be superior to mere utopias , required the influence of poetry also ...
... developed their utility by divesting them of their apparent impracticabilities , but the slow and continual efforts made to bring them to perfection , and show them to be superior to mere utopias , required the influence of poetry also ...
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... developed in what is now the test of utilita- rian principles . Even when accomplished , these schemes may be found wanting in many of the benefits supposed to result from them . But the accomplishment , the practical , tangible , every ...
... developed in what is now the test of utilita- rian principles . Even when accomplished , these schemes may be found wanting in many of the benefits supposed to result from them . But the accomplishment , the practical , tangible , every ...
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Page 115 - Hear the loud alarum bells, Brazen bells! What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells! In the startled ear of night How they scream out their affright! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire...
Page 114 - Nevermore." "Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting: "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
Page 114 - 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.
Page 114 - 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...
Page 115 - Yet the ear, it fully knows, By the twanging And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows ; Yet the ear distinctly tells, In the jangling And the wrangling, How the danger sinks and swells, By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells — Of the bells— Of the bells, bells, bells...
Page 112 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem.
Page 116 - Go to the raging sea, and say, " Be still !" Bid the wild lawless winds obey thy will ; Preach to the storm, and reason with Despair, But tell not Misery's son that life is fair.
Page 110 - Young stranger, whither wand'rest thou ? Began the rev'rend Sage ! Does thirst of wealth thy step constrain, Or youthful pleasure's rage ? Or, haply, prest with cares and woes, Too soon thou hast began To wander forth, with me, to mourn The miseries of Man.
Page 112 - O death ! the poor man's dearest friend. The kindest and the best ! Welcome the hour my aged limbs Are laid with thee at rest ! The great, the wealthy, fear thy blow, From pomp and pleasure torn ; But, Oh ! a blest relief to those That weary-laden mourn ! A PRAYER, IN THE PROSPECT OF DEATH.
Page 115 - Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of Despair! How they clang and clash and roar! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air! Yet the ear it fully knows, By the twanging, And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows...