The Yale Literary Magazine, Volume 45, Issue 9Herrick & Noyes, 1880 |
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Page 330 - So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement sloivly, grows a glimmering square; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.
Page 343 - Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy Soul's immensity ; Thou best Philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou Eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind,@ Mighty Prophet!
Page 345 - Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Page 343 - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain-light of all our day, Are yet a master-light of all our seeing; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence: truths that wake, To perish never...
Page 365 - A CLEAR fire, a clean hearth, and the rigor of the game." This was the celebrated wish of old Sarah Battle (now with God), who, next to her devotions, loved a good game of whist. She was none of your lukewarm gamesters, your half-and-half players, who have no objection to take a hand, if you want one to make up a rubber ; who affirm that they have no pleasure...
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Page 334 - ... drifting snows. I watched these towards the sunset creep, And saw white mists their tops enfold, I watched bright colors o'er them sweep, And saw their marble turn to gold. And while I made you still believe I heard, I watched your color rise ; I saw your bosom gently heave, And read the poem — from your eyes.
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Page 378 - Rollo's Journey to Cambridge. With illustrations and illuminated cover, by Francis G. Attwood.
Page 354 - However, there might be something in it and there would be no harm in looking.