The Yale Literary Magazine, Volumen51Herrick & Noyes., 1886 |
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Página 77 - Leave me, O Love, which reachest but to dust ; And thou, my mind, aspire to higher things ; Grow rich in that which never taketh rust ; Whatever fades, but fading pleasure brings. Draw in thy beams, and humble all thy might To that sweet yoke where lasting freedoms be ; Which breaks the clouds, and opens forth the light, That doth both shine, and give us sight to see.
Página 151 - My God! my God! look not so fierce on me! Adders and serpents, let me breathe awhile ! Ugly hell, gape not!
Página 283 - And bend each wandering step to this one end — That, one day, out of darkness, they shall meet And read life's meaning In each other's eyes. And two shall walk some narrow way of life So nearly side by side, that should one turn Ever so little space to left or right They needs must stand acknowledged face to face.
Página 352 - It is indeed scarcely possible for any person, not well acquainted with the history and literature of Italy, to read, without horror and amazement, the celebrated treatise which has brought so much obloquy on the name of Machiavelli. Such a display of wickedness, naked, yet not ashamed, such cool, judicious, scientific atrocity, seem rather to belong to a fiend than to the most depraved of men.
Página 10 - I am in earnest. I will not equivocate — I will not excuse — I will not retreat a single inch. AND I WILL BE HEARD.
Página 263 - I hear a murmur as of waves That grope their way through sunless caves, Like bodies struggling in their graves, Carolina! And now it deepens; slow and grand It swells, as, rolling to the land, An ocean broke upon thy strand, Carolina! Shout! let it reach the startled Huns! And roar with all thy festal guns! It is the answer of thy sons, Carolina!
Página 263 - And now we hear in woodlands dim Their unarticulated hymn, Now walk through rippling waves of wheat, Now sink in mats of clover sweet, Or see before us from the lawn The lark go up to greet the dawn. All birds that love the English sky Throng round my path when she is by : The blackbird from a neighboring thorn With music brims the cup of morn, And in a thick, melodious rain The mavis pours her mellow strain. But only when my Katie's voice • Makes all the listening woods rejoice I hear — with...
Página 229 - But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings; Blank misgivings of a creature Moving about in worlds not realized, High instincts before which our mortal nature Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised...
Página 379 - Read!" continued the angel; the prophet declared that he was unable to read. " Read !" Gabriel again exclaimed, " read, in the name of thy Lord, who hath created all things; who hath created man of congealed blood.
Página 136 - DREAMT I to-day the dream of yesternight, Sleep ever feigning one evolving theme, — Of my two lives which should I call the dream ? Which action vanity? which vision sight? Some greater waking must pronounce aright, If aught abideth of the things that seem, And with both currents swell the flooded stream Into an ocean infinite of light. Even such a dream I dream, and know full well My waking passeth like a midnight spell, But know not if my dreaming breaketh through Into the deeps of heaven and...