The Yale Literary Magazine, Volume 91Herrick & Noyes, 1925 |
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... answer drifted Along the scented air enveloping His progress , did he hear Seeming far yet seeming near Fragile links of melody ( With his body rising , falling ) Of an answer to a calling Interwining through the night As the beams of ...
... answer drifted Along the scented air enveloping His progress , did he hear Seeming far yet seeming near Fragile links of melody ( With his body rising , falling ) Of an answer to a calling Interwining through the night As the beams of ...
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... answered it very truthfully - the painter was his greater , more personal self , there could be no doubt about that ; but when he thought of Margaret the customary attitudes of his mind were of necessity forsaken , and he remained in ...
... answered it very truthfully - the painter was his greater , more personal self , there could be no doubt about that ; but when he thought of Margaret the customary attitudes of his mind were of necessity forsaken , and he remained in ...
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... answered , " and it will be no trouble at all for her to lay an extra place . " Then she seemed to realize something of Clarkson's confusion . " I run the farm indirectly , through a superintendent who lives , with his family , in the ...
... answered , " and it will be no trouble at all for her to lay an extra place . " Then she seemed to realize something of Clarkson's confusion . " I run the farm indirectly , through a superintendent who lives , with his family , in the ...
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... answered . He felt it necessary to apologize for his attitude . " This is a fine way for me to be working ! " " I think you ... answer . He thought of the secretary in the parlor , full of fine books , the property of the girl's father ...
... answered . He felt it necessary to apologize for his attitude . " This is a fine way for me to be working ! " " I think you ... answer . He thought of the secretary in the parlor , full of fine books , the property of the girl's father ...
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... answer , yet there was a premonition of the insidious , perhaps in the elaborate nonchalance of her voice , perhaps from some secret oracle in the air . He had to consider , of course , whatever part Arthur played , but Arthur saw her ...
... answer , yet there was a premonition of the insidious , perhaps in the elaborate nonchalance of her voice , perhaps from some secret oracle in the air . He had to consider , of course , whatever part Arthur played , but Arthur saw her ...
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Page 164 - The poet, described in ideal perfection, brings the whole soul of man into activity, with the subordination of its faculties to each other, according to their relative worth and dignity. He diffuses a tone and spirit of unity that blends, and (as it were) fuses, each into each, by that synthetic and magical power to which we have exclusively appropriated the name of imagination.
Page 67 - And how many hours a day did you do lessons?" said Alice, in a hurry to change the subject. "Ten hours the first day," said the Mock Turtle: "nine the next, and so on." "What a curious plan!" exclaimed Alice. "That's the reason they're called lessons," the Gryphon remarked: "because they lessen from day to day.
Page 165 - I sang of the dancing stars, I sang of the daedal Earth, And of Heaven — and the giant wars, And Love, and Death, and Birth...
Page 163 - Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair ; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.
Page 167 - DREAMED that, as I wandered by the way, Bare winter suddenly was changed to spring, And gentle odours led my steps astray, Mixed with a sound of waters murmuring Along a shelving bank of turf, which lay Under a copse, and hardly dared to fling Its green arms round the bosom of the stream, But kissed it and then fled, as thou mightest in dream.
Page 163 - THE EAGLE He clasps the crag with crooked hands; Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ringed with the azure world, he stands. The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls; He watches from his mountain walls, And like a thunderbolt he falls.
Page 37 - The law, in its majestic equality, forbids the rich as well as the poor to sleep under bridges, to beg in the streets, and to steal bread'.
Page 166 - I pursued a maiden and clasped a reed. Gods and men, we are all deluded thus! It breaks in our bosom and then we bleed: All wept, as I think both ye now would, If envy or age had not frozen your blood, At the sorrow of my sweet pipings.
Page 167 - Of aspect more sublime : that blessed mood In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world. Is lightened; that serene and blessed mood. In which the affections gently lead us on...
Page 163 - THE wind flapped loose, the wind was still, Shaken out dead from tree and hill : I had walked on at the wind's will, — I sat now, for the wind was still.