The Yale Literary Magazine, Svazek 1Herrick & Noyes., 1836 Appended to v. 30: Valedictory poem and oration pronounced before the senior class in Yale College, Presentation Day, June 21, 1865; Catalogue of the officers and studeints in Yale College, with a statement of the course of instruction in the various departments, 1864-65. |
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Strana 2
... winds , and woods , and waters are companions — one to whom the breathings of spring , the twitter of birds , the voices of infancy are a melody — one ever sending out thy fancy for imaginary bliss , exploring amid the haunts of evil ...
... winds , and woods , and waters are companions — one to whom the breathings of spring , the twitter of birds , the voices of infancy are a melody — one ever sending out thy fancy for imaginary bliss , exploring amid the haunts of evil ...
Strana 19
... winds of the ocean - the freshness and verdure of the landscape sloping gradually backward from the water side - the high hills which surround it , still covered with dark and rolling forests , as when first the white man took pos ...
... winds of the ocean - the freshness and verdure of the landscape sloping gradually backward from the water side - the high hills which surround it , still covered with dark and rolling forests , as when first the white man took pos ...
Strana 34
... Wind - shriek , storm - gloom , death - chill . Thou art alone unmoved . Thine eye is still Proudly undaunted - far darting , fearless , grand , Flashing with patriot fire , shielding our father - land . Thine is no kingly dignity . Thy ...
... Wind - shriek , storm - gloom , death - chill . Thou art alone unmoved . Thine eye is still Proudly undaunted - far darting , fearless , grand , Flashing with patriot fire , shielding our father - land . Thine is no kingly dignity . Thy ...
Strana 39
... winds rise . And by my gurgling springs thy pipe shall be A lull of magic to my closing eyes . To a statue of Venus , at Cnidus , by Praxiteles . To view her image at her Cnidian shrine . The Paphian goddess through the billows came ...
... winds rise . And by my gurgling springs thy pipe shall be A lull of magic to my closing eyes . To a statue of Venus , at Cnidus , by Praxiteles . To view her image at her Cnidian shrine . The Paphian goddess through the billows came ...
Strana 51
... wind . hors'd But above all , as a hero he is not without ambition . " Yet he is also " without the illness should attend it . " Naturally noble and ingenuous , his ambition up to this time had been rather than any thing else , an ...
... wind . hors'd But above all , as a hero he is not without ambition . " Yet he is also " without the illness should attend it . " Naturally noble and ingenuous , his ambition up to this time had been rather than any thing else , an ...
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Strana 3 - I will not wish unto you the ass's ears of Midas, nor to be driven by a poet's verses (as Bubonax was) to hang himself, nor to be rhymed to death, as is said to be done in Ireland; yet thus much curse I must send you, in the behalf of all poets, that while you live, you live in love, and never get favour for lacking skill of a Sonnet, and, when you die, your memory die from the earth for want of an Epitaph.
Strana 118 - If the spray-bead gem be won, The stain of thy wing is washed away; But another errand must be done Ere thy crime be lost for aye : Thy flame-wood lamp is quenched and dark, — Thou must re-illume its spark. Mount thy steed and spur him high To the heaven's blue canopy; And when thou seest a shooting star, Follow it fast, and follow it far — The last faint spark of its burning train Shall light the elfin lamp again. Thou hast heard our sentence, fay; Hence ! to the water-side, away...
Strana 112 - His is that language of the heart, In which the answering heart would speak, Thought, word, that bids the warm tear start, Or the smile light the cheek ; And his that music, to whose tone The common pulse of man keeps time, In cot or castle's mirth or moan, In cold or sunny clime.
Strana 79 - Wind, gentle ever-green, to form a shade Around the tomb where Sophocles is laid ; Sweet ivy, wind thy boughs, and intertwine With blushing roses and the clust'ring vine : Thus will thy lasting leaves, with beauties hung, Prove grateful emblems of the lays he sung, Whose soul, exalted like a god of wit, Among the Muses and the Graces writ.
Strana 199 - I seem to have lived my childhood o'er again ; To have renewed the joys that once were mine, Without the sin of violating thine : And, while the wings of Fancy still are free, And I can view this mimic show of thee, Time has but half succeeded in his theft — Thyself removed, thy power to soothe me left.
Strana 207 - Now air is hushed, save where the weak-eyed bat, With short, shrill shriek, flits by on leathern wing; Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn, As oft he rises 'midst the twilight path, Against the pilgrim borne in heedless hum : Now teach me, maid composed, To...
Strana 89 - The thing is this. That of all the several ways of beginning a book which are now in practice throughout the known world, I am confident my own way of doing it is the best I'm sure it is the most religious - for I begin with writing the first sentence - and trusting to Almighty God for the second.
Strana 191 - Each passing hour sheds tribute from her wings ;, And still new beauties meet his lonely walk, And loves unfelt attract him. Not a breeze Flies o'er the meadow, not a cloud imbibes The setting sun's effulgence, not a strain From all the tenants of the warbling shade Ascends, but whence his bosom can partake Fresh pleasure, unreproved.
Strana 140 - In all thy humours, whether grave or mellow, Thou'rt such a touchy, testy, pleasant fellow; Hast so much wit, and mirth, and spleen, about thee, There is no living with thee, nor without thee.
Strana 199 - With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smile I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me ; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, " Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away!