The Yale Literary Magazine, Volumele 22-23Herrick & Noyes, 1857 |
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... Letter from Scotland ,. Letter - Writing , Literary Notices , .. 200 311 228 " 35 286 323 169 Jacob Kentil - the Seeker after Babylon ,. 26 1 115 150 60 96 ..80 , 117 , 163 , 245 Man , seen through queer eyes ,. 318 Matrimonial ...
... Letter from Scotland ,. Letter - Writing , Literary Notices , .. 200 311 228 " 35 286 323 169 Jacob Kentil - the Seeker after Babylon ,. 26 1 115 150 60 96 ..80 , 117 , 163 , 245 Man , seen through queer eyes ,. 318 Matrimonial ...
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... Letters , .. 183 The Relations of Man to the Material World , .. 193 The Snow Clad Grave ,. 161 The Statue of Eve , ... The Tipplers of Yore ,, .. The True Aristocrat ,. 11 277 234 145 68 264 253 The Use of Modern Fiction , .. The ...
... Letters , .. 183 The Relations of Man to the Material World , .. 193 The Snow Clad Grave ,. 161 The Statue of Eve , ... The Tipplers of Yore ,, .. The True Aristocrat ,. 11 277 234 145 68 264 253 The Use of Modern Fiction , .. The ...
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... letters over his door . He lent money at two per cent . a month , he shaved notes , speculated in stocks , he dealt in real estate , he bought and sold and got gain . Everything he touched seemed turned to gold . No sooner did he buy ...
... letters over his door . He lent money at two per cent . a month , he shaved notes , speculated in stocks , he dealt in real estate , he bought and sold and got gain . Everything he touched seemed turned to gold . No sooner did he buy ...
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... letters home . He maketh no " rush . " He taketh no High Oration . He carrieth no cane . He patronizeth a pipe . He borroweth his neighbor's book . He whittleth the yard fence . He fiddleth . He is never heard to thank God that he is ...
... letters home . He maketh no " rush . " He taketh no High Oration . He carrieth no cane . He patronizeth a pipe . He borroweth his neighbor's book . He whittleth the yard fence . He fiddleth . He is never heard to thank God that he is ...
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... letter of the historian Niebuhr , written in 1827 to Mr. Francis Lieber , now President Lieber of South Carolina , that he knew Mr. Grote to be then engaged upon a history of Greece , and that he expected great results from his labors ...
... letter of the historian Niebuhr , written in 1827 to Mr. Francis Lieber , now President Lieber of South Carolina , that he knew Mr. Grote to be then engaged upon a history of Greece , and that he expected great results from his labors ...
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Pagina 292 - And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Pagina 91 - 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...
Pagina 40 - Oh yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood ; That nothing walks with aimless feet ; That not one life shall be destroyed, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Pagina 51 - Read from some humbler poet. Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start...
Pagina 333 - In this choice of inheritance we have given to our frame of polity the image of a relation in blood; binding up the constitution of our country with our dearest domestic ties ; adopting our fundamental laws into the bosom of our family affections ; keeping inseparable, and cherishing with the warmth of all their combined and mutually reflected charities, our state, our hearths, our sepulchres, and our altars.
Pagina 140 - I had a friend that loved her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her.
Pagina 77 - THERE was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore;— Turn whereso'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Pagina 206 - The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen; man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.
Pagina 292 - On lips that are for others; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret; O Death in Life, the days that are no more.
Pagina 252 - Could great men thunder As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet. For every pelting, petty officer Would use his heaven for thunder : nothing but thunder...