The Yale Literary Magazine, 第 59 卷Yale Literary Society, 1894 |
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... Summer's breath , Should gravely smile on the gentle angel And take my hand and say " My name is Death . " Charles Cheney Hyde . TO MOUNT HOPE . Mountain whose rocky side Long hast Oct. , 1893 ] 19 Edward Rowland Sill .
... Summer's breath , Should gravely smile on the gentle angel And take my hand and say " My name is Death . " Charles Cheney Hyde . TO MOUNT HOPE . Mountain whose rocky side Long hast Oct. , 1893 ] 19 Edward Rowland Sill .
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... smiling with the budding spring , Who finding in thy soul sweet harmony Did bid thee strike thy lyre and blithely sing ? W. A. Moore . IT THE POETRY OF EMILY DICKINSON . T was John 24 [ No. 520 The Yale Literary Magazine . R R Lounsbury ...
... smiling with the budding spring , Who finding in thy soul sweet harmony Did bid thee strike thy lyre and blithely sing ? W. A. Moore . IT THE POETRY OF EMILY DICKINSON . T was John 24 [ No. 520 The Yale Literary Magazine . R R Lounsbury ...
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... smiling at some jest Just uttered , while the gay , gray eyes half frown Upon the lips ' conceit ; hair , wind blown , brown Where shadows stray , gold where the sunbeams rest . Ah ! lilac lady , step from your gold frame , Between that ...
... smiling at some jest Just uttered , while the gay , gray eyes half frown Upon the lips ' conceit ; hair , wind blown , brown Where shadows stray , gold where the sunbeams rest . Ah ! lilac lady , step from your gold frame , Between that ...
第 60 頁
... smiling expectation , except the hired man , who was possessed with fear lest his best coat split up the back , and was suffering agony in a pair of shoes . Josiah Whitmore , Sr. , sat outside the front door with Blossom on his knee and ...
... smiling expectation , except the hired man , who was possessed with fear lest his best coat split up the back , and was suffering agony in a pair of shoes . Josiah Whitmore , Sr. , sat outside the front door with Blossom on his knee and ...
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... smile that just begins to grace The lips soft curve , where shadows bar the light ? Or is it that a frown were nearer right , Or calm disdain and pride of noble race ? Perchance they all are softly hidden there , The frown for him that ...
... smile that just begins to grace The lips soft curve , where shadows bar the light ? Or is it that a frown were nearer right , Or calm disdain and pride of noble race ? Perchance they all are softly hidden there , The frown for him that ...
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第 194 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 372 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 362 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 320 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 317 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...