Essays and Tales in Prose, Հատոր 2

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Ticknor, Reed, and Fields, 1853

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Էջ 159 - She, as a veil down to the slender waist, Her unadorned golden tresses wore...
Էջ 99 - Oh, thou art fairer than the evening air Clad in, the beauty of a thousand stars...
Էջ 99 - Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, And burnt the topless towers of Ilium? — Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss. — Her lips suck forth my soul : see, where it flies ! — Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again. Here will I dwell, for heaven is in these lips, And all is dross that is not Helena.
Էջ 154 - On this afflicted prince. Fall like a cloud In gentle showers: give nothing that is loud Or painful to his slumbers: easy, sweet, And as a purling stream, thou son of Night, Pass by his troubled senses; sing his pain Like hollow murmuring wind, or silver rain: Into this prince, gently, oh gently slide, And kiss him into slumbers, like a bride.
Էջ 149 - Relenting Hero's gentle heart was strook, Such force and virtue hath an amorous look. It lies not in our power to love, or hate, For will in us is over-ruled by fate.
Էջ 3 - Hawthorne, deserving a place second to none in that band of humorists, whose beautiful depth of cheerful feeling is the very poetry of mirth. In ease, grace, delicate sharpness of satire, in a felicity of touch which often surpasses the felicity of Addison, in a subtlety of insight which often reaches further than the subtlety of Steele,— the humor of Hawthorne presents traits so fine as to be almost too excellent for popularity, as, to every one who has attempted their criticism, they are too...
Էջ 110 - Thou wert not so even now, sickness' pale hand Laid hold on thee even in the midst of feasting ; And when a cup crowned with thy lover's health Had touched thy lips, a sensible cold dew Stood on thy cheeks, as if that death had wept To see such beauty alter.
Էջ 112 - Bos. Do you not weep? Other sins only speak; murder shrieks out: The element of water moistens the earth, But blood flies upwards and bedews the heavens.
Էջ 148 - On Hellespont, guilty of true love's blood, In view and opposite two cities stood, Sea-borderers, disjoin'd by Neptune's might; The one Abydos, the other Sestos hight.
Էջ 179 - Intense, long, certain, speedy, fruitful, pure — Such marks in pleasures and in pains endure. Such pleasures seek, if private be thy end: If it be public, wide let them extend. Such pains avoid, whichever be thy view: If pains must come, let them extend to few.

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