The Yale Literary Magazine, Volume 91Herrick & Noyes, 1925 |
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... called the more personal phases of his life . It was always an enigma in his own mind ; he had known the strongest feelings in the secret whirl of his artistic being , throbbing with its own convolutions , as well as in those days when ...
... called the more personal phases of his life . It was always an enigma in his own mind ; he had known the strongest feelings in the secret whirl of his artistic being , throbbing with its own convolutions , as well as in those days when ...
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... called one evening when mother and daughter had unexpectedly gone to a nearby village . " She ran away from Fair Hollow , " he had told him , " when she was a young girl . Her father wanted her to marry one of the neighboring farmer's ...
... called one evening when mother and daughter had unexpectedly gone to a nearby village . " She ran away from Fair Hollow , " he had told him , " when she was a young girl . Her father wanted her to marry one of the neighboring farmer's ...
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... called to him . There was a constant urge to go back , to defend Natalie , whatever her offenses ; she had so courageously defended herself . But there could be no return . WILDER HOBSON . Violin PHANTOM fingers , Fairy lilts , Much ...
... called to him . There was a constant urge to go back , to defend Natalie , whatever her offenses ; she had so courageously defended herself . But there could be no return . WILDER HOBSON . Violin PHANTOM fingers , Fairy lilts , Much ...
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... called an Epicurus with the heart of a Saint Francis of Assisi . In La Rôtisserie de la Reine Pédaque and Les Opinions de Monsieur Jérôme Coignard the pessimistic Abbé is used as a mouthpiece for many of France's own opinions . That ...
... called an Epicurus with the heart of a Saint Francis of Assisi . In La Rôtisserie de la Reine Pédaque and Les Opinions de Monsieur Jérôme Coignard the pessimistic Abbé is used as a mouthpiece for many of France's own opinions . That ...
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... called lessons , " the Gryphon remarked ; " because they lessen from day to day . " THERE WHERE probably was a day in Yale's existence when students did lessons . But we seem to be living now in a period some- where between the tenth ...
... called lessons , " the Gryphon remarked ; " because they lessen from day to day . " THERE WHERE probably was a day in Yale's existence when students did lessons . But we seem to be living now in a period some- where between the tenth ...
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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.