The Yale Literary Magazine, Volume 91Herrick & Noyes, 1925 |
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... hours and weathers . " One never can foretell , " he had many times said to himself , " what fresh glory will appear when the sun has had an hour's journey . " And his painting was a depiction of these " fresh glories " and of the later ...
... hours and weathers . " One never can foretell , " he had many times said to himself , " what fresh glory will appear when the sun has had an hour's journey . " And his painting was a depiction of these " fresh glories " and of the later ...
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... hour or so before - and despite his automatic distrust of youth's appreciative faculties , he detected the first flush of an under- standing , and he was glad . The bed proved all that he had expected , and the walls , though white ...
... hour or so before - and despite his automatic distrust of youth's appreciative faculties , he detected the first flush of an under- standing , and he was glad . The bed proved all that he had expected , and the walls , though white ...
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... hours of their acquaintance to be due to unfamiliarity , and it piqued him to learn that this was not the case , that he could seemingly come no nearer this handsome girl . He had used all his logic and pride to construe her detachment ...
... hours of their acquaintance to be due to unfamiliarity , and it piqued him to learn that this was not the case , that he could seemingly come no nearer this handsome girl . He had used all his logic and pride to construe her detachment ...
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... hours still to account for . It seemed stranger and stranger to Clarkson that she ap- parently relished this ideal existence when she had been born and nurtured in urban surroundings , with opportunity for all those gaieties so ...
... hours still to account for . It seemed stranger and stranger to Clarkson that she ap- parently relished this ideal existence when she had been born and nurtured in urban surroundings , with opportunity for all those gaieties so ...
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... hours had passed , thinking that , like all affections , he knew not whether this gave him more pleasure than pain . But a resurrection of old feelings was upon him , feelings out of the passionate tensions 26 [ No. 805 Yale Literary ...
... hours had passed , thinking that , like all affections , he knew not whether this gave him more pleasure than pain . But a resurrection of old feelings was upon him , feelings out of the passionate tensions 26 [ No. 805 Yale Literary ...
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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.