The Yale Literary Magazine, Հատոր 15,Թողարկում 8Herrick & Noyes, 1850 |
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... wild chamois , have bounded from their mountain homes , to fight to the last in defense of their " green craggy land ... wilds Invite , the mountains call you , and the vales , The woods , the streams , and each ambrosial breeze , That ...
... wild chamois , have bounded from their mountain homes , to fight to the last in defense of their " green craggy land ... wilds Invite , the mountains call you , and the vales , The woods , the streams , and each ambrosial breeze , That ...
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... wild and remarkable beauty , and is much visited during the summer months by Tourists , Geologists , Anglers , and Pic - Nic Parties . Leaping from the granite mountain , Down the hemlock gorge resounding , Flows the joyous streamlet ...
... wild and remarkable beauty , and is much visited during the summer months by Tourists , Geologists , Anglers , and Pic - Nic Parties . Leaping from the granite mountain , Down the hemlock gorge resounding , Flows the joyous streamlet ...
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... wild flowers spring and cheer the dreary waste . Bold beetling cliffs o'erhang the dismal scene , And on the scattered , shapeless rocks below Frown proudly : ' tis a place of rocks and shade- Ostoneoye . But beauty robes the isle ...
... wild flowers spring and cheer the dreary waste . Bold beetling cliffs o'erhang the dismal scene , And on the scattered , shapeless rocks below Frown proudly : ' tis a place of rocks and shade- Ostoneoye . But beauty robes the isle ...
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... 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 pulses , in the early ...
... 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 pulses , in the early ...
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... wild song of 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 ...
... wild song of 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 ...
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Էջ 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?
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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!
Էջ 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!
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.