The Yale Literary Magazine, Volume 10,Nummer 1Herrick & Noyes, 1844 |
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Pagina 7
... o'er the what is past , Then turns his eye right onward - never backward cast . And he too is prepared for what may be Lovely and glorious — with all such to mate , — The grandeur and the glory we all see Round us in Nature , beautiful ...
... o'er the what is past , Then turns his eye right onward - never backward cast . And he too is prepared for what may be Lovely and glorious — with all such to mate , — The grandeur and the glory we all see Round us in Nature , beautiful ...
Pagina 17
... o'er the landscape ' ere he showed any signs of awaking . Sleep sat heavily on his eyelids , for he had not counted any rest already for two days . But , though it came at last , it came only to torture his uneasy mind to a tenfold ...
... o'er the landscape ' ere he showed any signs of awaking . Sleep sat heavily on his eyelids , for he had not counted any rest already for two days . But , though it came at last , it came only to torture his uneasy mind to a tenfold ...
Pagina 26
... o'er the wave , While they sing , in full chorus , the song which He gave― The God of the waters - on creation's bright morn , When they sparkled and flashed in its earliest dawn . The forms of these spirits , so perfect and fair , As ...
... o'er the wave , While they sing , in full chorus , the song which He gave― The God of the waters - on creation's bright morn , When they sparkled and flashed in its earliest dawn . The forms of these spirits , so perfect and fair , As ...
Pagina 35
... O'er foes , and o'er friends , - Where the light willow bends , - And the grass is refreshed by the weepers ! The red - crested worm Will ne'er harm the form Of which we have made ourselves.keepers . The spade - how it rings In the ear ...
... O'er foes , and o'er friends , - Where the light willow bends , - And the grass is refreshed by the weepers ! The red - crested worm Will ne'er harm the form Of which we have made ourselves.keepers . The spade - how it rings In the ear ...
Pagina 39
... o'er the foaming surge , And hears the wind's sad lay ; But he thinks , he thinks of a mother's love , And turns with tears away . An old man sitteth beside a grave , His locks all silvered o'er ; How they tremble now as he shaketh his ...
... o'er the foaming surge , And hears the wind's sad lay ; But he thinks , he thinks of a mother's love , And turns with tears away . An old man sitteth beside a grave , His locks all silvered o'er ; How they tremble now as he shaketh his ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 46 - Veil'd in a simple robe, their best attire, * Beyond the pomp of dress ; for loveliness Needs not the foreign aid of ornament, But is, when unadorn'd, adorn'd the most.
Pagina 47 - For thee I grew A midnight student o'er the dreams of sages. For thee I sought to borrow from each grace, And every muse, such attributes as lend Ideal charms to love. I thought of thee, And passion taught me poesy — of thee, And on the painter's canvas grew the life Of beauty!
Pagina 41 - To hear the lark begin his flight And singing startle the dull night From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise...
Pagina 41 - While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrowed land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Pagina 41 - Till the dappled dawn doth rise; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good-morrow Through the sweetbriar, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine: While the cock with lively din Scatters the rear of darkness thin, And to the stack, or the barn-door, Stoutly struts his dames before...
Pagina 47 - Mantled around thy feet. And he doth give Thy voice of thunder, power to speak of him Eternally — bidding the lip of man Keep silence — and upon thy rocky altar pour Incense of awe-struck praise.
Pagina 24 - She is not rosy-finger'd, but swoln black. Her face is like a water turn'd to blood, And her sick head is bound about with clouds, As if she threaten'd night ere noon of day. It does not look as it would have a hail Or health wish'd in it, as on other morns.
Pagina 40 - Write the things which thou hast seen, and the things which are, and the things which shall be hereafter ; 20 The mystery of the seven stars which thou sawest in my right hand, and the seven golden candlesticks.
Pagina 24 - It is methinks a morning full of fate, It riseth slowly, as her sullen car Had all the weights of sleep and death hung at it. She is not rosy-finger'd, but swoln black.
Pagina 37 - And the Lord God formed man out of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and man became a living soul.