The Yale Literary Magazine, Volume 91Herrick & Noyes, 1925 |
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... night of violence and destruction can be conducted under private auspices , without dis- turbing the tranquility of the town . There is a certain benevo- lence , I suppose , in the despotism which forces one man , who came to study ...
... night of violence and destruction can be conducted under private auspices , without dis- turbing the tranquility of the town . There is a certain benevo- lence , I suppose , in the despotism which forces one man , who came to study ...
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... night At the dance , he had searched among them Not knowing exactly why , he just searched Something and found their features weren't carved , Weren't Grecian , their eyes weren't waters Gathering reflections , at the supper dance Mary ...
... night At the dance , he had searched among them Not knowing exactly why , he just searched Something and found their features weren't carved , Weren't Grecian , their eyes weren't waters Gathering reflections , at the supper dance Mary ...
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... night As the beams of moony white , Sweetly as in icy pain Voices of Diana's trane ? What was that ? Straight ahead , through the oaks , a white something Flashed , faded , burned through the purple shadows A dogwood ? a birch ? a moon ...
... night As the beams of moony white , Sweetly as in icy pain Voices of Diana's trane ? What was that ? Straight ahead , through the oaks , a white something Flashed , faded , burned through the purple shadows A dogwood ? a birch ? a moon ...
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... night's oncoming shadows . The station building was small , its parched , cinder - laden clapboards painted a nauseous yellow , and some- where from within sounded the tapping of a telegraph instrument . Beyond the building were brown ...
... night's oncoming shadows . The station building was small , its parched , cinder - laden clapboards painted a nauseous yellow , and some- where from within sounded the tapping of a telegraph instrument . Beyond the building were brown ...
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... nights fell that he sat idle and weary , watching the dim moon traverse the sky . Mrs. Thomas was an ideal hostess ... night of his arrival might bear on the question - some difference between Natalie and her mother , but he could ...
... nights fell that he sat idle and weary , watching the dim moon traverse the sky . Mrs. Thomas was an ideal hostess ... night of his arrival might bear on the question - some difference between Natalie and her mother , but he could ...
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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.