The Yale Literary Magazine, 第 59 卷

Herrick & Noyes, 1894


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第 190 頁 - To pleasure his dainty whim : And the mouldering dust that years have made, Is a merry meal for him. Creeping where no life is seen, A rare old plant is the Ivy green.
第 39 頁 - The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.
第 364 頁 - LET dogs delight to bark and bite, For God hath made them so; Let bears and lions growl and fight, For 'tis their nature too. But, children, you should never let Such angry passions rise ; Your little hands were never made To tear each other's eyes.
第 18 頁 - Had I a sword of keener steel — That blue blade that the King's son bears — but this Blunt thing — !" he snapt and flung it from his hand. And lowering crept away and left the field. Then came the King's son, wounded, sore bestead, And weaponless, and saw the broken sword, Hilt-buried in the dry and trodden sand, And ran and snatched it; and with battle-shout Lifted afresh he hewed his enemy down. And saved a great cause that heroic day.
第 27 頁 - Some keep the Sabbath going to church; I keep it staying at home, With a bobolink for a chorister, And an orchard for a dome.
第 354 頁 - Rather than fool it so, Let the high office and the honour go To one that would do thus.
第 27 頁 - I'll tell you how the sun rose, — A ribbon at a time. The steeples swam in amethyst, The news like squirrels ran. The hills untied their bonnets, The bobolinks begun. Then I said softly to myself, "That must have been the sun!" But how he set, I know not. There seemed a purple stile Which little yellow boys and girls Were climbing all the while Till when they reached the other side, A dominie in gray Put gently up the evening bars, — And led the flock away.
第 26 頁 - THE grass so little has to do,— A sphere of simple green, With only butterflies to brood, And bees to entertain, And stir all day to pretty tunes The breezes fetch along, And hold the sunshine in its lap And bow to everything; And thread the dews all night, like pearls, And make itself so fine,— A duchess were too common For such a noticing. And even when it dies, to pass In odors so divine, As lowly spices gone to sleep, Or amulets of pine.
第 316 頁 - Two things,' said Immanuel Kant, ' fill me with awe: the starry heavens, and the sense of moral responsibility in man.' And in his hours of health and strength and sanity, when the stroke of action has ceased, and the pause of reflection has set in, the scientific investigator finds himself overshadowed by the same awe. Breaking contact with the hampering details of earth, it associates him with a Power which gives fulness and tone to his existence, but which he can neither analyse nor comprehend.
第 313 頁 - Oh, how it refresheth my heart, to think, that I shall yet again see thy sweet face in the land of the living ! — that lovely countenance, that I have so much delighted in, and beheld with so great content...