Wanderers They Knew Not Where (32).
Had nature, in that deep hour, become a worshipper in the house, which man had builded? Or was that heavenly …
Had nature, in that deep hour, become a worshipper in the house, which man had builded? Or was that heavenly …
Then he strove to speed away the time, by listening to a murmur which swept continually along the street, yet …
Robin gazed with dismay, and astonishment, on the unprecedented physiognomy of the speaker. The forehead with its double prominence, the …
Death would come, like the slow approach of a corpse, stealing gradually towards him through the forest, and showing its …
Herds of deer, it is true, sometimes bounded past him, and partridges frequently whirred up before his footsteps; but his …
“Home, vagabond, home!” said the watchman, in accents that semed to fall asleep as soon as they were uttered. “Home, …
But, after he had trodden far upon the rustling forest-leaves, he crept back, impelled by a wild and painful curiosity, …
In their quietest times, they sang ballads and told tales, for the edification of their pious visitors; or perplexed them …
The handkerchief had been the bandage of a wound upon Reuben’s arm; and, as he bound it to the tree, …
Once, it is said, they were seen following a flower-decked corpse, with merriment and festive music, to his grave. But …
“Reuben, my boy,” said he, “this rock, beneath which we sit, will serve for an old hunter’s grave-stone. There is …
“Poe has no truck with Indians or Nature,” D. H. Lawrence began his 1923 essay on Edgar Allan Poe, “He …
Death would come, like the slow approach of a corpse, stealing gradually towards him through the forest, and showing its …
Up with your nimble spirits, ye morrice-dancers, green-men, and glee-maidens, bears and wolves, and horned gentlemen! Nathaniel Hawthorne, “The May-Pole …