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... Editors ' Farewell , ( class of 1849 , ) Editors to their Readers , ( class of 1850 , ) · Editor's Table , No I , Editor's Table , No. II , Editor's Table , No. III , Editor's Table , No. IV , · E. H. Roberts , C. C. Merriman , C. B. ...
... Editors ' Farewell , ( class of 1849 , ) Editors to their Readers , ( class of 1850 , ) · Editor's Table , No I , Editor's Table , No. II , Editor's Table , No. III , Editor's Table , No. IV , · E. H. Roberts , C. C. Merriman , C. B. ...
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... 1 4 10 11 Mrs. Child , 19 A Word to the Man who Stole my Umbrella , 22 Notions and Noticings , 23 Let our Farewell be Merry , 29 Master Passions , 31 Fly - Fishing , Editors ' Table , 35 40 THE YALE LITERARY MAGAZINE . VOL . XIV . NOVEMBER.
... 1 4 10 11 Mrs. Child , 19 A Word to the Man who Stole my Umbrella , 22 Notions and Noticings , 23 Let our Farewell be Merry , 29 Master Passions , 31 Fly - Fishing , Editors ' Table , 35 40 THE YALE LITERARY MAGAZINE . VOL . XIV . NOVEMBER.
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... ing upon the deep repose of night . It was an unearthly sound to our ears . Our revery was broken , and we rolled over into the embrace of the slumber angel . EDITORS ' TABLE . THE chime of the little hour 1848. ] 39 FLY - FISHING .
... ing upon the deep repose of night . It was an unearthly sound to our ears . Our revery was broken , and we rolled over into the embrace of the slumber angel . EDITORS ' TABLE . THE chime of the little hour 1848. ] 39 FLY - FISHING .
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EDITORS ' TABLE . THE chime of the little hour was gingling in our ears , and yet nought graced our paper save the few oft - repeated words , " A new volume of our beloved ! " We had descended from flighty Poesy , had gladly left the ...
EDITORS ' TABLE . THE chime of the little hour was gingling in our ears , and yet nought graced our paper save the few oft - repeated words , " A new volume of our beloved ! " We had descended from flighty Poesy , had gladly left the ...
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... with the wild jubilee . We have no such merry doings now . Alack - a - day ! times have sadly changed . No one now tells us his joys , but VOL . XVI . 6 some sage critic sends us the sharp - cornered offspring 1848. ] 41 EDITORS ' TABLE .
... with the wild jubilee . We have no such merry doings now . Alack - a - day ! times have sadly changed . No one now tells us his joys , but VOL . XVI . 6 some sage critic sends us the sharp - cornered offspring 1848. ] 41 EDITORS ' TABLE .
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Page 174 - And oft he traced the uplands, to survey, When o'er the sky advanced the kindling dawn, The crimson cloud, blue main, and mountain grey. And lake, dim-gleaming on the smoky lawn; Far to the west the long long vale withdrawn, Where twilight loves to linger for a while; And now he faintly kens the bounding fawn, And villager abroad at early toil. But, lo! the Sun appears! and heaven, earth, ocean, smile.
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