The American Whig Review, المجلد 1

Wiley and Putnam, 1845

المحتوى

• Parties necessary to the permanency: 121
• Rise and Progress of the Faction: 205
• for congratulation renewed hope and Landscape Painters Letters from notice: 218
• Emerson Mr and Transcendentalism Larned Rev Sylvester Life and Elo: 233
• Epigram 194: 256
• 335Mr Tylers veto of the Bank Bill: 335
• Hymn to the Virgin from the German: 362
• am Sir Oracle Nosmetipsi: 405
• Inscription on a Ruined Temple 616 D Whelpley: 643

مقاطع مشهورة

الصفحة 145 - thing of evil! prophet still, if bird or devil! Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted — On this home by Horror haunted — tell me truly, I implore: Is there — is there balm in Gilead? — tell me — tell me, I implore !‏

الصفحة 145 - 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 ! " Quoth the Raven, ‏

الصفحة 60 - O Lady! we receive but what we give, And in our life alone does Nature live : Ours is her wedding garment, ours her shroud ! And would we aught behold, of higher worth, Than that inanimate cold world allowed To the poor loveless ever-anxious crowd, Ah ! from the soul itself must issue forth A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud Enveloping the Earth — And from the soul itself must there be sent A sweet and potent voice, of its own birth, Of all sweet sounds the life and element ! O pure of heart!‏

الصفحة 484 - Dreams, books, are each a world ; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good : Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, Our pastime and our happiness will grow.‏

الصفحة 143 - Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; — vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore, For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore: Nameless here for evermore.‏

الصفحة 144 - For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door — Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as "Nevermore.‏

الصفحة 144 - Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he ; not a minute...‏

الصفحة 484 - Many a man lives a burden to the earth; but a good book is the precious life-blood of a master spirit, embalmed and treasured up on purpose to a life beyond life.‏

الصفحة 185 - What is the cause, Laertes, That thy rebellion looks so giant-like ? Let him go, Gertrude ; do not fear our person ; There's such divinity doth hedge a king, That treason can but peep to what it would, Acts little of his will.‏

الصفحة 144 - I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door; Darkness there and nothing more. Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?‏

معلومات المراجع

• العنوان: The American Whig Review, المجلد 1; American periodical series, 1800-1850; Selected Americana from Sabin's Dictionary of books relating to America
• المساهم: Making of America Project
• الناشر: Wiley and Putnam, 1845
• أصلي من: جامعة ميتشيغان
• الكتب ذات التنسيق الرقمي: 4 نيسان (إبريل) 2007