The Yale Literary Magazine, 6. kötetYale Literary Society, 1841 |
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8. oldal
... smiling , and the leaves glittering . They cannot refresh her to whom mild weather was a natural enjoyment . Cerements ... smile , ' You all have such melancholy faces . ' These were the last words I ever heard her utter , and I hurried ...
... smiling , and the leaves glittering . They cannot refresh her to whom mild weather was a natural enjoyment . Cerements ... smile , ' You all have such melancholy faces . ' These were the last words I ever heard her utter , and I hurried ...
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... smile - half Scottish accent , fall upon the ear like music ! Every eye is open - every heart is enchained , and the tale speeds on . But , to quote from a beautiful poem , " the vision and the voice are o'er ; their influence waned ...
... smile - half Scottish accent , fall upon the ear like music ! Every eye is open - every heart is enchained , and the tale speeds on . But , to quote from a beautiful poem , " the vision and the voice are o'er ; their influence waned ...
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... smiles , and whom God in nature bade him love . Many there are born blind , or deaf , or dumb , many " sent into this breathing world , scarce half made up , " and we consider them as human , but we shall never find one , bearing the ...
... smiles , and whom God in nature bade him love . Many there are born blind , or deaf , or dumb , many " sent into this breathing world , scarce half made up , " and we consider them as human , but we shall never find one , bearing the ...
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... smile at the folly which I then thought my wisdom ! ] Back and forth I strode with an air of conscious pride , already anticipating the elation of spirit which I should soon realize when fairly immured within those scholastic walls ...
... smile at the folly which I then thought my wisdom ! ] Back and forth I strode with an air of conscious pride , already anticipating the elation of spirit which I should soon realize when fairly immured within those scholastic walls ...
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... smile at my confusion , and my native diffidence soon presented me in any thing but a favor- able light in the recitation room . Alas ! how I envied the confi- dence of some rough , hardy sons of New England , brought up in the ...
... smile at my confusion , and my native diffidence soon presented me in any thing but a favor- able light in the recitation room . Alas ! how I envied the confi- dence of some rough , hardy sons of New England , brought up in the ...
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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.