Little Classics, Volumes 13-14Rossiter Johnson Houghton, Mifflin and Company, 1875 |
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... cold , and shrinking from the shower , With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour , When idly first , ambitious of the town , She left her wheel and robes of country brown . Do thine , sweet Auburn , -thine , the loveliest train ...
... cold , and shrinking from the shower , With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour , When idly first , ambitious of the town , She left her wheel and robes of country brown . Do thine , sweet Auburn , -thine , the loveliest train ...
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... cold : And ice , mast - high , came floating by , As green as emerald .. " And through the drifts the snowy clifts Did send a dismal sheen : Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken- The ice was all between . " The ice was here , the ice was ...
... cold : And ice , mast - high , came floating by , As green as emerald .. " And through the drifts the snowy clifts Did send a dismal sheen : Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken- The ice was all between . " The ice was here , the ice was ...
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... cold sweat melted from their limbs , Nor rot nor reek did they : The look with which they looked on me Had never passed away . " An orphan's curse would drag to hell A spirit from on high ; But oh ! more horrible than that Is the curse ...
... cold sweat melted from their limbs , Nor rot nor reek did they : The look with which they looked on me Had never passed away . " An orphan's curse would drag to hell A spirit from on high ; But oh ! more horrible than that Is the curse ...
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... cold , My garments all were dank ; Sure I had drunken in my dreams , And still my body drank . " I moved , and could not feel I was so light- almost my limbs : I thought that I had died in sleep , And was a blessed ghost . < c And soon ...
... cold , My garments all were dank ; Sure I had drunken in my dreams , And still my body drank . " I moved , and could not feel I was so light- almost my limbs : I thought that I had died in sleep , And was a blessed ghost . < c And soon ...
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... cold . Our voices took a dreary tone , An echo of the dungeon stone , A grating sound , - not full and free , As they of yore were wont to be : It might be fancy , - but to me They never sounded like our own . IV . I was the eldest of ...
... cold . Our voices took a dreary tone , An echo of the dungeon stone , A grating sound , - not full and free , As they of yore were wont to be : It might be fancy , - but to me They never sounded like our own . IV . I was the eldest of ...
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Page 29 - Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer, as through a grate? And is that Woman all her crew? Is that a DEATH? and are there two? Is DEATH that woman's mate?
Page 198 - The old order changeth, yielding place to new, And God fulfils himself in many ways, Lest one good custom should corrupt the world.
Page 28 - There passed a weary time. Each throat Was parched, and glazed each eye. A weary time! A weary time! How glazed each weary eye, When looking westward, I beheld A something in the sky. At first it seemed a little speck, And then it seemed a mist; It moved and moved, and took at last A certain shape, I wist.
Page 45 - I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach.
Page 150 - 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 11 - The sober herd that lowed to meet their young; The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school; The watchdog's voice that bayed the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And filled each pause the nightingale had made.
Page 36 - twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel's song That makes the heavens be mute. " It ceased"; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Page 146 - And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, "* Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door, Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door: This it is and nothing more.
Page 145 - 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 10 - To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose...