The Yale Literary Magazine, 6. kötetYale Literary Society, 1841 |
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3. oldal
... receiving in turn the ballad of clan and feud . Not insensible to the tenderer emotions of the heart , we find him losing it amid the northern hills , and , alas ! only to be disap- pointed ! But he bore it like a strong man - valiantly ...
... receiving in turn the ballad of clan and feud . Not insensible to the tenderer emotions of the heart , we find him losing it amid the northern hills , and , alas ! only to be disap- pointed ! But he bore it like a strong man - valiantly ...
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... received , what came upon them like refreshing showers in the dust of a summer's heat - came like them too , they saw not whence .. Strains of that wild romance fell on their ears again and again , until the marvel was , not how ...
... received , what came upon them like refreshing showers in the dust of a summer's heat - came like them too , they saw not whence .. Strains of that wild romance fell on their ears again and again , until the marvel was , not how ...
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... Received the melancholy intelligence that all is over at Abbotsford . " She died at nine in the morning , after being very ill for two days - easy at last . I arrived here late last night . Anne [ his daughter ] is worn out , and has ...
... Received the melancholy intelligence that all is over at Abbotsford . " She died at nine in the morning , after being very ill for two days - easy at last . I arrived here late last night . Anne [ his daughter ] is worn out , and has ...
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... received his reward in giv- ing up his life - blood , slowly , sufferingly , to the avaricious grasp of his creditors ? Heaven forbid ! His influence is as wide as the range of letters ; -his reward , the gratitude of the literary world ...
... received his reward in giv- ing up his life - blood , slowly , sufferingly , to the avaricious grasp of his creditors ? Heaven forbid ! His influence is as wide as the range of letters ; -his reward , the gratitude of the literary world ...
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... for that which mortal arm could not give him . He spake to me of his old college haunts he inquired after his comrades , and as he heard of them one by one receiving the reward of intellectual toil , 32 [ Nov. THE MIRROR .
... for that which mortal arm could not give him . He spake to me of his old college haunts he inquired after his comrades , and as he heard of them one by one receiving the reward of intellectual toil , 32 [ Nov. THE MIRROR .
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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.