Handbuch der nordamericanischen National-Literatur: Sammlung von Munsterstücken nebst einer literar-historischen Abhandlung ueber den Entwicklungsgang der englischen Sprache und Literatur in Nord-AmericaWestermann, 1854 - 119 páginas |
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... thing = to get the knack of doing it ; help = servants ; het = heated ; to hide = to beat ; to hold on to stop , to wait ; to let on to mention ; likely handsome ; lynch law = punishment executed by a mob without legal forms ; to make ...
... thing = to get the knack of doing it ; help = servants ; het = heated ; to hide = to beat ; to hold on to stop , to wait ; to let on to mention ; likely handsome ; lynch law = punishment executed by a mob without legal forms ; to make ...
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... thing it is To note how many wheels of toil One thought , one word , can set in motion ! There's not a ship that sails the ocean , But every climate , every soil , Must bring its tribute , great or small , And help to build the wooden ...
... thing it is To note how many wheels of toil One thought , one word , can set in motion ! There's not a ship that sails the ocean , But every climate , every soil , Must bring its tribute , great or small , And help to build the wooden ...
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... thing of evil ! Prophet still , if bird or devil ! Whether tempter sent , or whether Tempest toss'd thee here ashore , Desolate yet all undaunted , On this desert land enchanted On this home by Horror haunted Tell me truly , I implore ...
... thing of evil ! Prophet still , if bird or devil ! Whether tempter sent , or whether Tempest toss'd thee here ashore , Desolate yet all undaunted , On this desert land enchanted On this home by Horror haunted Tell me truly , I implore ...
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... thing that lies hidden in these wolds Have drawn up the spectre of a planet From the limbo of lunary souls — This sinfully scintillant planet From the hell of the planetary souls ? " TO ZANTE . FAIR isle , that from the fairest of all ...
... thing that lies hidden in these wolds Have drawn up the spectre of a planet From the limbo of lunary souls — This sinfully scintillant planet From the hell of the planetary souls ? " TO ZANTE . FAIR isle , that from the fairest of all ...
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... thing ! her home of love She soon has reach'd ! alone : And one leans idly o'er the bow . Still as a tomb the ship keeps on ; Nor sound nor stirring now . Hush , hark ! as from the centre of the deep — Shrieks fiendish yells ! They stab ...
... thing ! her home of love She soon has reach'd ! alone : And one leans idly o'er the bow . Still as a tomb the ship keeps on ; Nor sound nor stirring now . Hush , hark ! as from the centre of the deep — Shrieks fiendish yells ! They stab ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Acadian America americanischen auch beautiful bells besonders blessed bosom breath bright child dark das North dead death deep denen deshalb Dichter door dream durch earth Edenhall eigentlich England erst Evangeline eyes father fear feel finden flowers forest friends ganz ganze ganzen gazed Gedichte Geist gleich grave grossen hand heard heart heaven Hungary indessen Jahre Kraft land lässt Leben Leser lich light lips living look machte manche mother mountains never night o'er passed Peony recht Rip Van Winkle rose round schon Schriften sehr seine seinen shadow ship shore silent sind sleep smile song sorrow soul sound später spirit Sprache stars stood sweet tears thee Theil thine thing thou thought tree Verfasser viele voice wander waren waves Weise welcher wenig Werk wieder wild wind words wurde Zeit zugleich
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Página 41 - Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course ; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean shall exist Thy image.
Página 52 - 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...
Página 55 - 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...
Página 51 - 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.
Página 54 - Gentlemen may cry peace, peace ! but there is no peace. The war is actually begun ! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field ! Why stand we here idle ? What is it that gentlemen wish ? What would they have ? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery...
Página 40 - Tis of the wave and not the rock; Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore, Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee...
Página 28 - I asked his daughter's hand Mute did the minstrels stand To hear my story. "While the brown ale he quaffed, Loud then the champion laughed, And as the wind-gusts waft The sea-foam brightly, So the loud laugh of scorn, Out of those lips unshorn, From the deep drinking-horn Blew the foam lightly. "She was a Prince's child, I but a Viking wild, And though she blushed and smiled, I was discarded! Should not the dove so white Follow the sea-mew's flight, Why did they leave that night Her nest unguarded?
Página 30 - Try not the Pass!" the old man said; "Dark lowers the tempest overhead, The roaring torrent is deep and wide ! " And loud that clarion voice replied, Excelsior ! "0 stay," the maiden said, "and rest Thy weary head upon this breast...
Página 77 - Come to the bridal chamber, Death! Come to the mother's, when she feels, For the flrst time, her first-born's breath; Come when the blessed seals That close the pestilence are broke, And crowded cities wail its stroke; Come in consumption's ghastly form, The earthquake shock , the ocean storm; Come when the heart beats high and warm, With...
Página 153 - When my eyes shall be turned to behold for the last time the sun in heaven, may I not see him shining on the broken and dishonored fragments of a once glorious Union ; on States dissevered, discordant, belligerent; on a land rent with civil feuds, or drenched, it may be, in fraternal blood!