The Yale Literary Magazine, المجلد 80Herrick & Noyes., 1914 |
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... less expensive , than the needless waste of speakers , monitors , and endless other figurative money changers now existing in our House of Worship at Yale . Let us have done with the mockery of compulsory Sunday chapel . There is ...
... less expensive , than the needless waste of speakers , monitors , and endless other figurative money changers now existing in our House of Worship at Yale . Let us have done with the mockery of compulsory Sunday chapel . There is ...
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... less like a cell , but each one has its definite raison - d'etre ; each strikes a responsive chord in his make- up , and is an eternal source of delight to him , a veritable part of himself . They are jewels which he has gathered in his ...
... less like a cell , but each one has its definite raison - d'etre ; each strikes a responsive chord in his make- up , and is an eternal source of delight to him , a veritable part of himself . They are jewels which he has gathered in his ...
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... less likely to awake after the passage of a decade to the realization that he has missed his vocation . Herein lies the justification of undergraduate dilettantism . Just as we should not expect the débutante to wed the first man she ...
... less likely to awake after the passage of a decade to the realization that he has missed his vocation . Herein lies the justification of undergraduate dilettantism . Just as we should not expect the débutante to wed the first man she ...
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... less of his teachers . Already the col- lective poems have an atmosphere over them . A pervasive spirit of faith and idealism breathes through them , which , despite their variety , gives a unity to them . This spirit , which finds ...
... less of his teachers . Already the col- lective poems have an atmosphere over them . A pervasive spirit of faith and idealism breathes through them , which , despite their variety , gives a unity to them . This spirit , which finds ...
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... once go to the aid of the foreigners , and the charge of the vessel falls to Hugh . Inevitably disorder spreads among the stateroom passen- gers , an occurrence by no means less violent as 38 [ 709 Yale Literary Magazine .
... once go to the aid of the foreigners , and the charge of the vessel falls to Hugh . Inevitably disorder spreads among the stateroom passen- gers , an occurrence by no means less violent as 38 [ 709 Yale Literary Magazine .
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الصفحة 428 - I have forgot much, Cynara! gone with the wind, Flung roses, roses riotously with the throng, Dancing, to put thy pale, lost lilies out of mind; But I was desolate and sick of an old passion, Yea, all the time, because the dance was long: I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion. I cried for madder music and for stronger wine, But when the feast is finished and the lamps expire, Then falls thy shadow, Cynara! the night is thine; And I am desolate and sick of an old passion, Yea hungry...
الصفحة 220 - Know you what it is to be a child ? It is to be something very different from the man of to-day. It is to have a spirit yet streaming from the waters, of baptism...
الصفحة 221 - The universe is his box of toys. He dabbles his fingers in the day-fall. He is gold-dusty with tumbling amidst the stars. He makes bright mischief with the moon. The meteors muzzle their noses in his hand.
الصفحة 220 - They at least are for me, surely for me! I turned me to them very wistfully; But just as their young eyes grew sudden fair With dawning answers there, Their angel plucked them from me by the hair. "Come then, ye other children, Nature's— share With me...
الصفحة 67 - Lingers and lolls, loth to be done with day: Gifting the long, lean, lanky street And its abounding confluences of being With aspects generous and bland; Making a thousand harnesses to shine As with new ore from some enchanted mine, And every horse's coat so full of sheen He looks new-tailored, and every 'bus feels clean, And never a hansom but is worth the feeing; And every jeweller within the pale Offers a real Arabian Night for sale...
الصفحة 70 - Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds and shall find me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate : I am the captain of my soul.
الصفحة 368 - Here, as everywhere, the Unfulfilled Intention, which makes life what it is, was as obvious as it could be among the depraved crowds of a city slum. The leaf was deformed, the curve was crippled, the taper was interrupted ; the lichen ate the vigour of the stalk, and the ivy slowly strangled to death the promising sapling.
الصفحة 221 - Come then, ye other children, Nature's — share With me' (said I) 'your delicate fellowship; Let me greet you lip to lip, Let me twine with you caresses, Wantoning With our Lady-Mother's vagrant tresses, Banqueting With her in her wind-walled palace, Underneath her azured dais, Quaffing, as your taintless way is, From a chalice Lucent-weeping out of the dayspring.
الصفحة 220 - ... it is to be so little that the elves can reach to whisper in your ear; it is to turn pumpkins into coaches, and mice into horses, lowness into loftiness, and nothing into everything, for each child has its fairy godmother in its own soul; it is to live in a nutshell and to count yourself the king of infinite space...
الصفحة 38 - I flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying. I said; "Wait on, wait on, while I ride below! I shall start a heron soon In the marsh beneath the moon — A strange white heron rising with silver on its wings, Rising and crying Wordless, wondrous things; The secret of the stars, of the world's heart-strings The answer to their woe. Then stoop thou upon him, and grip and hold him so!