And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door.
If any pale student, glued to his desk, here seek an apology for a way of life whose natural fruits is that pallid and emasculate scholarship of which New England has had too many examples, it will be far better that this sketch had not been written. For the student there is, in its season, no better place than the saddle, and no better companion than the rifle or the oar.francis parkman
A pallid and thin young man, A haggard and lank young man, A greenery-yallery,Grosvenor Gallery, Foot-in-the-grave young man! A Sewell & Cross young man, A Howell & James young man, A push-ing young par-ti-cle 'What's the next ar-ti-cle?' Wa-ter-loo House young man!Sir W(illiam) S(chwenck) Gilbert
All these relics gave... Thornfield Hall the aspect of a home of the past: a shrine to memory. I liked the hush, the gloom, the quaintness of these retreats in the day; but I by no means coveted a night's repose on one of those wide and heavy beds: shut in, some of them, with doors of oak; shaded, others, with wrought old-English hangings crusted with thick work, portraying effigies of strange flowers, and stranger birds, and strangest human beings, all which would have looked strange, indeed, by the pallid gleam of moonlight.charlotte brontë
You behold a range of exhausted volcanoes. Not a flame flickers on a single pallid crest.benjamin disraeli
While the angels, all pallid and wan, Uprising, unveiling, affirm That the play is the tragedy, "Man", And its hero the Conqueror Worm.edgar allan poe
England! Whence came each glowing hue That tints your flag of meteor light, The streaming red, the deeper blue, Crossed with the moonbeams' pearly white? The blood, the bruise the blue, the red Let Asia's groaning millions speak; The white it tells of colour fled From starving Erin's pallid cheek.
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 lamplight o'er him streaming Throws his shadow on the floor, And my soul from out that shadow, That lies floating on the floor, Shall be lifted nevermore.
I know that when the world surrenders, pallid, to repose, the murmur of a tranquil stream through the deep silence flows.josé martí
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