The Yale Literary Magazine, 6. kötetYale Literary Society, 1841 |
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... Readers , Page . 126 351 175 , 232 , 274 415 110 252 358 409 320 , 372 237 287 200 381 15 , 84 380 , 428 189 42 , 92 , 138 , 186 , 329 118 223 170 74 93 , 146 207 214 401 141 45 1 18 154 279 80 367 389 294 134 345 26 , 65 , 100 , 160 ...
... Readers , Page . 126 351 175 , 232 , 274 415 110 252 358 409 320 , 372 237 287 200 381 15 , 84 380 , 428 189 42 , 92 , 138 , 186 , 329 118 223 170 74 93 , 146 207 214 401 141 45 1 18 154 279 80 367 389 294 134 345 26 , 65 , 100 , 160 ...
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... reader , by the close reality of his portrait . He calls into the matter of his works , a blending of observation ... readers . There is in him no vain show - no strivings to beget an admira- tion as artificial as evanescent ; no ...
... reader , by the close reality of his portrait . He calls into the matter of his works , a blending of observation ... readers . There is in him no vain show - no strivings to beget an admira- tion as artificial as evanescent ; no ...
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... readers might find them- selves relieved of a burden . Thought , with such , is merely secondary , or of no account ; and its presence might occasion them , in their hurry , sometimes a serious inconvenience . We are of opinion , now ...
... readers might find them- selves relieved of a burden . Thought , with such , is merely secondary , or of no account ; and its presence might occasion them , in their hurry , sometimes a serious inconvenience . We are of opinion , now ...
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... readers have not been those who have been over the most ground . A great reader is one who reads to the most purpose what he reads . travels over as much ground as possible , yet no farther or faster than he can safely pick his way ...
... readers have not been those who have been over the most ground . A great reader is one who reads to the most purpose what he reads . travels over as much ground as possible , yet no farther or faster than he can safely pick his way ...
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... reader's course . Whether or no Shakspeare here intended to enforce a moral , cannot be determined ; but as each event in life has its lesson , profiting him who learns , so here a precept speaks from every page , bidding man be upright ...
... reader's course . Whether or no Shakspeare here intended to enforce a moral , cannot be determined ; but as each event in life has its lesson , profiting him who learns , so here a precept speaks from every page , bidding man be upright ...
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356. oldal - THE BODY of BENJAMIN FRANKLIN, Printer, (like the cover of an old book, its contents torn out, and stript of its lettering and gilding) lies here food for worms ; yet the work itself shall not be lost, for it will (as he believed) appear once more in a new and more beautiful edition, corrected and amended by THE AUTHOR.
172. oldal - So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear, Farewell remorse : all good to me is lost ; Evil, be thou my good : by thee at least Divided empire with heaven's King I hold, By thee, and more than half perhaps will reign ; As man ere long and this new world shall know.
172. oldal - Me miserable ! which way shall I fly Infinite wrath, and infinite despair? Which way I fly is Hell; myself am Hell; And, in the lowest deep, a lower deep Still threatening to devour me opens wide, To which the Hell I suffer seems a Heaven.
323. oldal - I cannot eat but little meat, My stomach is not good ; But sure I think, that I can drink With him that wears a hood...
172. oldal - Hail horrors, hail Infernal world, and thou profoundest Hell Receive thy new possessor; one who brings A mind not to be changed by place or time. The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.
49. oldal - Needs must thou prove a name most dear and holy To me, a son, a brother, and a friend, A husband, and a father! who revere All bonds of natural love, and find them all Within the limits of thy rocky shores.
46. oldal - Come back into memory, like as thou wert in the dayspring of thy fancies, with hope like a fiery column before thee — the dark pillar not yet turned — Samuel Taylor Coleridge — Logician, Metaphysician, Bard ! — How have I seen the casual passer through the Cloisters stand still, entranced with admiration (while he weighed the disproportion between the speech and the garb of the young Mirandula) to hear thee unfold, in thy deep and sweet intonations, the mysteries of...
340. oldal - The ancient prince of hell Hath risen with purpose fell ; Strong mail of craft and power He weareth in this hour, On earth is not his fellow.
294. oldal - O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day ; Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away ! Re-enter PANTHINO.
139. oldal - CALL it not vain ¡—they do not err, Who say, that when the Poet dies, Mute Nature mourns her worshipper, And celebrates his obsequies : Who say, tall cliff, and cavern lone, For the departed Bard make moan ; That mountains weep in crystal rill ; That flowers in tears of balm distil ; Through his loved groves that breezes sigh, And oaks, in deeper groan, reply; And rivers teach their rushing wave To murmur dirges round his grave.