The Yale Literary Magazine, Volume 28Herrick & Noyes., 1863 |
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Pagina 5
... sense of duty - and the martial law . The glory , how- ever , did follow , and now , no prouder title can be worn , than that of a Hero of the trenches . ” 66 It was my good fortune to arrive in Cincinnati , two or three days before the ...
... sense of duty - and the martial law . The glory , how- ever , did follow , and now , no prouder title can be worn , than that of a Hero of the trenches . ” 66 It was my good fortune to arrive in Cincinnati , two or three days before the ...
Pagina 12
... sense , applicable to both , if warranted by the character of the images or thoughts which each in their respective languages conveyed . " That is , there are certain parts in which the two do not agree . When painting assumes to ...
... sense , applicable to both , if warranted by the character of the images or thoughts which each in their respective languages conveyed . " That is , there are certain parts in which the two do not agree . When painting assumes to ...
Pagina 14
... sense of loss , of utter , irremediable loss , which the words of the poem give us so well . that of a little piece , only the imagination , And , in passing , how The other instance of this word - painting is a couple of stanzas long ...
... sense of loss , of utter , irremediable loss , which the words of the poem give us so well . that of a little piece , only the imagination , And , in passing , how The other instance of this word - painting is a couple of stanzas long ...
Pagina 15
... sense , and that when this is not present , there is no brotherhood , no relationship between the two , nor are they worthy of the title by which they are called . S. W. D. Loneliness . WE are all naturally selfish , conceited , 1862 ...
... sense , and that when this is not present , there is no brotherhood , no relationship between the two , nor are they worthy of the title by which they are called . S. W. D. Loneliness . WE are all naturally selfish , conceited , 1862 ...
Pagina 19
... sense cannot be too extensive . We are all refreshed at the same fountain of learning . The inlet for knowl- edge is one and the same for all , but , according to the vessel , has na- ture fashioned every outlet . The field for ...
... sense cannot be too extensive . We are all refreshed at the same fountain of learning . The inlet for knowl- edge is one and the same for all , but , according to the vessel , has na- ture fashioned every outlet . The field for ...
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Pagina 130 - I falter where I firmly trod, And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope through darkness up to God, I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope, And gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope.
Pagina 127 - Truly a Thinking Man is the worst enemy the Prince of Darkness can have ; every time such a one announces himself, I doubt not, there runs a shudder through the Nether Empire ; and new Emissaries are trained, with new tactics, to, if possible, entrap him, and hoodwink and handcuff him.
Pagina 146 - Until they won her; for indeed I knew Of no more subtle master under heaven Than is the maiden passion for a maid, Not only to keep down the base in man, But teach high thought, and amiable words And courtliness, and the desire of fame, And love of truth, and all that makes a man.
Pagina 105 - Of recreation there is none So free as fishing is alone; All other pastimes do no less Than mind and body both possess; My hand alone my work can do So I can fish and study too.
Pagina 89 - She seemed to the entranced Fay The loveliest of the forms of light; Her mantle was the purple rolled At twilight in the west afar; 'Twas tied with threads of dawning gold, And buttoned with a sparkling star. Her face was like the lily roon That veils the vestal planet's hue; Her eyes, two beamlets from the moon, Set floating in the welkin blue. Her hair is like the sunny beam, And the diamond gems which round it gleam Are the pure drops of dewy even That ne'er have left their native heaven.
Pagina 87 - Tis the middle watch of a summer's night,— The earth is dark, but the heavens are bright; Naught is seen in the vault on high But the moon, and the stars, and the cloudless sky, And the flood which rolls its milky hue, A river of light on the welkin blue. The moon looks down on old Cro'nest; She mellows the shades on his shaggy breast, And seems his huge gray form to throw In a silver cone on the wave below.
Pagina 103 - This day dame Nature seem'd in love : The lusty sap began to move; Fresh juice did stir th' embracing vines, And birds had drawn their valentines. The jealous Trout, that low did lie, Rose at a well-dissembled fly : There stood my friend with patient skill, Attending of his trembling quill.
Pagina 87 - The winds are whist, and the owl is still; The bat in the shelvy rock is hid ; And...
Pagina 48 - bacco box, He heaved a bitter sigh, And then began to eye his pipe, And then to pipe his eye. And then he tried to sing "All's Well," But could not though he tried : His head was turned, and so he chewed His pigtail till he died.
Pagina 88 - Played in the ringlets of her hair, And, nestling on her snowy breast, Forgot the lily-king's behest. For this the shadowy tribes of air To the elfin court must haste away :— And now they stand expectant there, To hear the doom of the Culprit Fay.