The Harvard Monthly, Volumes 37-38Students of Harvard College, 1904 |
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... hour , Kennedy . Tell him he'd better send the horses to that brook for water , rather than use the pump . move early tomorrow morning , Kennedy . KENNEDY : Yes , sir . ( He goes out to the right . ) CAPTAIN CHADWICK : Awfully nice of ...
... hour , Kennedy . Tell him he'd better send the horses to that brook for water , rather than use the pump . move early tomorrow morning , Kennedy . KENNEDY : Yes , sir . ( He goes out to the right . ) CAPTAIN CHADWICK : Awfully nice of ...
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... hours a day for four months ; the latter , four hours a day for three months . Your three - year theorist , fortified with his ever - ready multiplication table will con- gratulate you on knowing your English history just as well as ...
... hours a day for four months ; the latter , four hours a day for three months . Your three - year theorist , fortified with his ever - ready multiplication table will con- gratulate you on knowing your English history just as well as ...
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... hours a day for one day is im- measurably less educative than to study one hour a day for six days . The hot- house rose , forced to grow at greater speed than her open - air sister , may be just as showy , but lacks the perfume which ...
... hours a day for one day is im- measurably less educative than to study one hour a day for six days . The hot- house rose , forced to grow at greater speed than her open - air sister , may be just as showy , but lacks the perfume which ...
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... hours , I say : Press on . For tho ' a little part be hardly seen , Hope spangles out the rest and while ye strain . Another cloud already , look , is gone . JII As now my ship at midday passes out Into the lonely circles of the sea ...
... hours , I say : Press on . For tho ' a little part be hardly seen , Hope spangles out the rest and while ye strain . Another cloud already , look , is gone . JII As now my ship at midday passes out Into the lonely circles of the sea ...
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... hours . Evidently then Mr. Watson is not a prolific writer . If he were , one might venture to say , he would have re- jected more than he did of his earlier work , as a quarter of this book is below his normal standard . Perhaps he ...
... hours . Evidently then Mr. Watson is not a prolific writer . If he were , one might venture to say , he would have re- jected more than he did of his earlier work , as a quarter of this book is below his normal standard . Perhaps he ...
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Page 137 - Beloved Pan, and all ye other gods, who haunt this place, give me beauty in the inward soul; and may the outward and inward man be at one. May I reckon the wise to be the wealthy, and may I have such a quantity of gold as none but the temperate can bear and carry.
Page 72 - God of our Fathers, known of old— Lord of our far-flung battle line— Beneath whose awful hand we hold Dominion over palm and pine— Lord God of Hosts, be with us
Page 108 - this: How like an Angel came I down! How bright are all things here! When first among his works I did appear 0 how their glory did me crown! The world resembled his Eternity In which my soul did walk; And everything that I did see Did with me talk.
Page 109 - The streets were paved with golden stones, The boys and girls were mine, Oh how did all their lovely faces shine! The sons of men were holy ones, In joy and beauty they appeared to me, And everything which here I found. While like an angel I did see, Adorned the ground.
Page 114 - not only the whole but the principle members, and every part of them should be great. I will not presume to say that the book of games in the 'Aeneid/' or that in the 'Iliad' are not of this nature; nor to reprehend Virgil's simile of the top, and many
Page 60 - May: What is so sweet and dear As a prosperous morn in May, The confident prime of the day. And the dauntless youth of the year. When nothing that asks for bliss, Asking aright, is denied. And half of the world a bridegroom is, And half of the world a bride?
Page 114 - Iliad' are not of this nature; nor to reprehend Virgil's simile of the top, and many others of the same kind in the 'Iliad,' as liable to any censure in this particular; but I think we may say, without derogating from
Page 41 - of sea and sky met in an unattainable frontier. A great circular solitude moved with her, ever changing and ever the same, always monotonous and always imposing. Now and then another wandering white speck, burdened with life, appeared far off and disappeared, intent on its own destiny. The sun looked upon her all
Page 114 - Sir Roger saw Andromache's obstinate refusal to her lover's importunities, he whispered me in the ear that he was sure she would never have him; to which he added, with a more than ordinary vehemence: 'You can't imagine, sir, what it is to have to do with a widow.' Upon Pyrrhus's threatening afterwards to leave her, the knight shook his head and muttered to himself: 'Aye, do
Page 113 - the essay, from the first sentence to the last, grows around it as the cocoon grows around the silkworm. The essay writer is a chartered libertine, and a law unto himself. A quick ear and eye, an ability to discern the infinite suggestiveness of common things, a brooding meditative spirit, are all that the essayist requires to start business with.