The Yale Literary Magazine, Volume 10,Nummer 1Herrick & Noyes, 1844 |
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Pagina 2
... tones of the youthful aspirant for honor , and the genius of letters stands ready with a harvest of laurels for any who by self - denying energy may choose to gather them . This is the open field for our Lawyers ; in any , or in all ...
... tones of the youthful aspirant for honor , and the genius of letters stands ready with a harvest of laurels for any who by self - denying energy may choose to gather them . This is the open field for our Lawyers ; in any , or in all ...
Pagina 18
... tone somewhat subdued from fright ; " what we resolve upon none but God may know ; and what we do must be done quickly . " " But , " interrupted Lampognano , " have you not heard that Galeazzo on the morrow appears before the people he ...
... tone somewhat subdued from fright ; " what we resolve upon none but God may know ; and what we do must be done quickly . " " But , " interrupted Lampognano , " have you not heard that Galeazzo on the morrow appears before the people he ...
Pagina 19
... tone that indicated no strong probability of much longer endurance . 66 ' My hand for my word , that I'll be true , " said Lampognano . " And mine also , " added Visconti , excitedly ; and each clasped the other's hand convulsively ...
... tone that indicated no strong probability of much longer endurance . 66 ' My hand for my word , that I'll be true , " said Lampognano . " And mine also , " added Visconti , excitedly ; and each clasped the other's hand convulsively ...
Pagina 25
... tone , cried out " Citizens of Milan ! God has this day raised you up a preserver : that your tyrant has met an ignominious death , is already well known to you all that his unbridled tyranny deserved a forfeit no less than his life ...
... tone , cried out " Citizens of Milan ! God has this day raised you up a preserver : that your tyrant has met an ignominious death , is already well known to you all that his unbridled tyranny deserved a forfeit no less than his life ...
Pagina 26
... tone Are borne on the wings of the wild wind alone . At even I lie at the foot of the hill That stares in the face of the river ; The shadows all creeping so softly and still- No sound save the fair water diver . Entranced are the ...
... tone Are borne on the wings of the wild wind alone . At even I lie at the foot of the hill That stares in the face of the river ; The shadows all creeping so softly and still- No sound save the fair water diver . Entranced are the ...
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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.