The Yale Literary Magazine, Volumen15,Tema 8Herrick & Noyes, 1850 |
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... death of one she loved , wild tumult waked Within her bosom , and it heaved with grief : But less and less the wavelets swell in bulk , And longer , slower , dying surges roll , Till all is still , -again the waters sleep . So sorrow's ...
... death of one she loved , wild tumult waked Within her bosom , and it heaved with grief : But less and less the wavelets swell in bulk , And longer , slower , dying surges roll , Till all is still , -again the waters sleep . So sorrow's ...
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... death . And some , With eager feet , flew , with the rising sun , To spread along the startling news , And call their fearless brethren to the field of war . The fleeting hours seemed slow , till ' mong the trees Innumerable dusky forms ...
... death . And some , With eager feet , flew , with the rising sun , To spread along the startling news , And call their fearless brethren to the field of war . The fleeting hours seemed slow , till ' mong the trees Innumerable dusky forms ...
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... death . No gushing tears - no cry of agony- No wildness of despair told to the sense , That this last blow , which fell with withering force Upon her mangled heart - strings , moved afresh The tide of grief . Calmly she saw the tie ...
... death . No gushing tears - no cry of agony- No wildness of despair told to the sense , That this last blow , which fell with withering force Upon her mangled heart - strings , moved afresh The tide of grief . Calmly she saw the tie ...
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... death , Unfaltering ; and from her eyes shines forth A noble light , and beams in every glance- No frenzied fire , but the light of earnest hope : - In trembling haste , she decks her wasted form With simple gauds , her store of savage ...
... death , Unfaltering ; and from her eyes shines forth A noble light , and beams in every glance- No frenzied fire , but the light of earnest hope : - In trembling haste , she decks her wasted form With simple gauds , her store of savage ...
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... death , he bequeathed to the United States government , more than half a million of dollars , for the purpose , as expressed in his will , of founding an institution at Washington , for the increase and diffusion of knowledge among men ...
... death , he bequeathed to the United States government , more than half a million of dollars , for the purpose , as expressed in his will , of founding an institution at Washington , for the increase and diffusion of knowledge among men ...
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Página 310 - Sky, mountains, river, winds, lake, lightnings! ye, With night, and clouds, and thunder, and a soul To make these felt and feeling, well may be Things that have made me watchful; the far roll Of your departing voices, is the knoll Of what in me is sleepless, — if I rest. But where of ye, O tempests! is the goal? Are ye like those within the human breast? Or do ye find at length, like eagles, some high nest?
Página 309 - Oh ! night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong ; Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along From peak to peak the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud ! And this is in the night.
Página 311 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in Heaven. As some tall cliff, that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Página 328 - There is no death ! What seems so is transition : This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death.
Página 294 - ... inclement clime; Aid slighted truth with thy persuasive strain; Teach erring man to spurn the rage of gain; Teach him, that states of native strength...
Página 307 - GOOD people all, with one accord, Lament for Madam Blaize, Who never wanted a good word— From those who spoke her praise. The needy seldom pass'd her door, And always found her kind; She freely lent to all the poor— Who left a pledge behind.
Página 310 - The sky is changed! — and such a change! Oh, night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet, lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
Página 310 - And this is in the night. — Most glorious night ! Thou wert not sent for slumber! let me be A sharer in thy fierce and far delight — A portion of the tempest and of thee!
Página 307 - But now her wealth and finery fled, Her hangers-on cut short all ; The doctors found, when she was dead — Her last disorder mortal. " Let us lament, in sorrow sore, For Kent Street well may say, That had she lived a twelvemonth more — She had not died to-day.
Página 307 - With manners wond'rous winning, And never follow'd wicked ways — Unless when she was sinning. At church, in silks and satins new, With hoop of monstrous size, She never slumber'd in her pew — But when she shut her eyes.