Harvard Magazine, 1 tomasJ. Bartlett, 1855 |
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... thou shalt meet a kin- dred spirit when he dies . So the panegyrist of the warrior shall be lauded . But whence comes this universal admiration of the substance and of the shadow of martial glory ? Why does the beauty of the ball - room ...
... thou shalt meet a kin- dred spirit when he dies . So the panegyrist of the warrior shall be lauded . But whence comes this universal admiration of the substance and of the shadow of martial glory ? Why does the beauty of the ball - room ...
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... thou gained this dreadful goal , Here to uplift thy dying prayer , While prince and prelate jeer and scowl , And in thy face the death - fires glare ? Alas ! for this thy heart hath cast Its treasure and its life away ! For this thy ...
... thou gained this dreadful goal , Here to uplift thy dying prayer , While prince and prelate jeer and scowl , And in thy face the death - fires glare ? Alas ! for this thy heart hath cast Its treasure and its life away ! For this thy ...
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... thou , — where ? - " Did that good seed I strove to sow In such unthankful furrows fall ? Hast thou , my God , become my foe ? I served thee , and on thee I call ! O must my toil be ended so , And life and hope be useless all ? " Not so ...
... thou , — where ? - " Did that good seed I strove to sow In such unthankful furrows fall ? Hast thou , my God , become my foe ? I served thee , and on thee I call ! O must my toil be ended so , And life and hope be useless all ? " Not so ...
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... thou canst not sep- arate me . " As the flames lick the temples of the three martyrs , Savonarola's arm is seen extended , as if in the act of blessing the multitude for whose sake he had lived . Their hootings were , to his ears , the ...
... thou canst not sep- arate me . " As the flames lick the temples of the three martyrs , Savonarola's arm is seen extended , as if in the act of blessing the multitude for whose sake he had lived . Their hootings were , to his ears , the ...
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... thou , O boy ! the dance disdain , Nor scorn to feel love's gentle glow . While joyless Age blights not thy flower , Now in the manly games delight , And love the pleasures of the night , — Light whispers at the trysting hour ; The gay ...
... thou , O boy ! the dance disdain , Nor scorn to feel love's gentle glow . While joyless Age blights not thy flower , Now in the manly games delight , And love the pleasures of the night , — Light whispers at the trysting hour ; The gay ...
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323 psl. - The style of Dryden is capricious and varied, that of Pope is cautious and uniform; Dryden obeys the motions of his own mind, Pope constrains his mind to his own rules of composition. Dryden is sometimes vehement and rapid; Pope is always smooth, uniform, and gentle.
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...
294 psl. - YE who listen with credulity to the whispers of fancy, and pursue with eagerness the phantoms of hope; who expect that age will perform the promises of youth, and that the deficiencies of the present day will be supplied by the morrow ; attend to the history of Rasselas, Prince of Abyssinia.
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.
307 psl. - Then Sir Bedivere cried : Ah my lord Arthur, what shall become of me, now ye go from me and leave me here alone among mine enemies ? Comfort thyself, said the king, and do as well as thou mayest, for in me is no trust for to trust in; for I will into the vale of Avilion to heal me of my grievous wound : and if thou hear never more of me, pray for my soul.
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.
307 psl. - ... and then he threw the sword as far into the water as he might, and there came an arm and...
460 psl. - Let it go or stay, so I wake to the higher aims Of a land that has lost for a little her lust of gold, And love of a peace that was full of wrongs and shames, Horrible, hateful, monstrous, not to be told j And hail once more to the banner of battle unroll'd ! Tho...