Geschichte der nordamerikanische Literatur, Volumen1H. Lüstenöder, 1891 |
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Página 326 - The knightliest of the knightly race, That, since the days of old, Have kept the lamp of chivalry Alight in hearts of gold...
Página 328 - My life is like the autumn leaf That trembles in the moon's pale ray; Its hold is frail, — its date is brief, Restless, — and soon to pass away! Yet, ere that leaf shall fall and fade, The parent tree will mourn its shade, The winds bewail the leafless tree,— But none shall breathe a sigh for me!
Página 11 - I CELEBRATE myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
Página 308 - Per me si va nella città dolente; per me si va nell' eterno dolore; per me si va tra la perduta gente.
Página 328 - MY life is like the summer rose That opens to the morning sky, But, ere the shades of evening close, Is scattered on the ground — to die! Yet on the rose's humble bed The sweetest dews of night are shed, As if she wept the waste to see, — But none shall weep a tear for me!
Página 120 - Twas at thy door, O friend, and not at mine, The angel with the amaranthine wreath, Pausing, descended ; and with voice divine Whispered a word that had a sound of death. Then fell upon the house a sudden gloom — A shadow on those features fair and thin ; And softly, from that hushed and darkened room, Two angels issued, where but one went in. All is of God...
Página 328 - My life is like the prints which feet Have left on Tampa's desert strand; Soon as the rising tide shall beat, All trace will vanish from the sand; Yet, as if grieving to efface All vestige of the human race, On that lone shore loud moans the sea — But none, alas! shall mourn for me!
Página 120 - Twas at thy door, O friend! and not at mine, The angel with the amaranthine wreath, Pausing descended, and with voice divine, Whispered a word that had a sound like Death. Then fell upon the house a sudden gloom, A shadow on those features fair and thin; And softly, from that hushed and darkened room, Two angels issued, where but one went in.
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Página 309 - THROUGH me the way is to the city dolent ; Through me the way is to eternal dole ; Through me the way among the people lost Justice incited my sublime Creator ; Created me divine Omnipotence, The highest Wisdom and the primal Love. Before me there were no created things, Only eterne, and I eternal last. All hope abandon, ye who enter in...