The Yale Literary Magazine, Volume 91Herrick & Noyes, 1925 |
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... desires he could relinquish neither his work nor the thought of it . It was only when the harvest nights fell that he sat idle and weary , watching the dim moon traverse the sky . Mrs. Thomas was an ideal hostess , neither curious nor ...
... desires he could relinquish neither his work nor the thought of it . It was only when the harvest nights fell that he sat idle and weary , watching the dim moon traverse the sky . Mrs. Thomas was an ideal hostess , neither curious nor ...
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... desire for experience and a commingling with the supposedly treasureful life of that country . Through nearby Fair Hollow ran the railroad , a constant token of the ease with which she might have appeased her longing . She lay abed of ...
... desire for experience and a commingling with the supposedly treasureful life of that country . Through nearby Fair Hollow ran the railroad , a constant token of the ease with which she might have appeased her longing . She lay abed of ...
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... desire for this seemed to him quite abstract , he did not realize that the entire conception proceeded out of the charm of Natalie , that no other girl would have aroused his wish . He was too wrapped up in his inspiration for that . It ...
... desire for this seemed to him quite abstract , he did not realize that the entire conception proceeded out of the charm of Natalie , that no other girl would have aroused his wish . He was too wrapped up in his inspiration for that . It ...
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... desire , on her part , for the disclosure of confidences , a tremor in the shrouds around about her life , as though they would yet be lifted , his eyes be allowed to fall upon their secret . He was astounded by this - he realized how ...
... desire , on her part , for the disclosure of confidences , a tremor in the shrouds around about her life , as though they would yet be lifted , his eyes be allowed to fall upon their secret . He was astounded by this - he realized how ...
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... desire , yet enhanced by her particular poignant allotment of the sum total of feminine charm . She was not his child ; there were none of the sentimentalities of parenthood . He regarded her as he would have some previous example of ...
... desire , yet enhanced by her particular poignant allotment of the sum total of feminine charm . She was not his child ; there were none of the sentimentalities of parenthood . He regarded her as he would have some previous example of ...
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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.