Harvard Magazine, 1 tomasJ. Bartlett, 1855 |
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... common soldier ? Shall not his memory be kept very green by the newspapers ? Ay , all this , and more . When the evening drum has beaten the retreat , and the muster - roll is called , his name shall be called also , and a gray - haired ...
... common soldier ? Shall not his memory be kept very green by the newspapers ? Ay , all this , and more . When the evening drum has beaten the retreat , and the muster - roll is called , his name shall be called also , and a gray - haired ...
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... common candle , each in proportion to its intensity , act upon substances more than ordinarily sensitive . The time required . to produce perceptible results is almost inappreciable , but M. Clau- det has discovered that one one ...
... common candle , each in proportion to its intensity , act upon substances more than ordinarily sensitive . The time required . to produce perceptible results is almost inappreciable , but M. Clau- det has discovered that one one ...
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... common way of multiplying miniatures . This process resembles almost exactly the Talbotype process . The glass is coated with a varnish of albumen or collo- dion , it is made sensitive in the usual way , and afterwards it is fixed ...
... common way of multiplying miniatures . This process resembles almost exactly the Talbotype process . The glass is coated with a varnish of albumen or collo- dion , it is made sensitive in the usual way , and afterwards it is fixed ...
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... common spectators could get for themselves . Thus , as he seems to create what he only translates out of the unperceived wealth of Providence , the poet among the ancients got the name of Maker ( ToŋTýs ) , and , again , that of Sayer ...
... common spectators could get for themselves . Thus , as he seems to create what he only translates out of the unperceived wealth of Providence , the poet among the ancients got the name of Maker ( ToŋTýs ) , and , again , that of Sayer ...
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... common ambition . Of the men of this kind who attempt success in poetry , hear Plato again : " He who , without the madness of the Muses , approaches the gates of poesy under the persuasion that by means of art he can become an effi ...
... common ambition . Of the men of this kind who attempt success in poetry , hear Plato again : " He who , without the madness of the Muses , approaches the gates of poesy under the persuasion that by means of art he can become an effi ...
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428 psl. - Insect lover of the sun, Joy of thy dominion! Sailor of the atmosphere; Swimmer through the waves of air; Voyager of light and noon; Epicurean of June; Wait, I prithee, till I come Within earshot of thy hum, All without is martyrdom. When the south wind, in May days, With a net of shining haze Silvers the horizon wall, And with softness touching all, Tints the human countenance With...
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71 psl. - The world is a looking-glass, and gives back to every man the reflection of his own face. Frown at it, and it will in turn look sourly upon you ; laugh at it and with it, and it is a jolly kind companion ; and so let all young persons take their choice.
280 psl. - Les plus beaux traits d'une sérieuse morale sont moins puissants le plus souvent que ceux de la satire; et rien ne reprend mieux la plupart des hommes que la peinture de leurs défauts.
444 psl. - ... the old familiar faces. Ghost-like I paced round the haunts of my childhood, Earth seemed a desert I was bound to traverse, Seeking to find the old familiar faces. Friend of my bosom, thou more than a brother, Why wert not thou born in my father's dwelling? So might we talk of the old familiar faces.
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432 psl. - Built of tears and sacred flames, And virtue reaching to its aims; Built of furtherance and pursuing, Not of spent deeds, but of doing. Silent rushes the swift Lord Through ruined systems still restored, Broadsowing, bleak and void to bless, Plants with worlds the wilderness; Waters with tears of ancient sorrow Apples of Eden ripe to-morrow. House and tenant go to ground, Lost in God, in Godhead found.
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