The Yale Literary Magazine, Volume 91Herrick & Noyes, 1925 |
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... lady and she has a great cook , and I know there's a spare room which she'll probably let you have . " " And how do I get to this Mrs. Thomas's ? " " Christmas ! I forgot to tell you , didn't 10 [ No. 805 Yale Literary Magazine .
... lady and she has a great cook , and I know there's a spare room which she'll probably let you have . " " And how do I get to this Mrs. Thomas's ? " " Christmas ! I forgot to tell you , didn't 10 [ No. 805 Yale Literary Magazine .
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" Christmas ! I forgot to tell you , didn't I ? Well , it's easy . You just follow the road down there , for about a mile , until you come to a grey house on the edge of a field . That's Thomas's . You see , " and he pointed to where ...
" Christmas ! I forgot to tell you , didn't I ? Well , it's easy . You just follow the road down there , for about a mile , until you come to a grey house on the edge of a field . That's Thomas's . You see , " and he pointed to where ...
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... tell some one what power it was that had taken the place of sleep - the power in that panorama of sinking sun and ... telling snatches of his history . And , though at the time he could have talked as well and as enthusiastically to ...
... tell some one what power it was that had taken the place of sleep - the power in that panorama of sinking sun and ... telling snatches of his history . And , though at the time he could have talked as well and as enthusiastically to ...
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... tell what the source of the idea was , he would not have been able to give a coherent 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 ...
... tell what the source of the idea was , he would not have been able to give a coherent 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 ...
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... tell you why , some time , " said Natalie , gravely , as they rose . In the last words that Natalie had spoken upon the knoll Clark- son recognized a beacon guiding him more certainly to that dim shore he now realized he had for some ...
... tell you why , some time , " said Natalie , gravely , as they rose . In the last words that Natalie had spoken upon the knoll Clark- son recognized a beacon guiding him more certainly to that dim shore he now realized he had for some ...
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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.