The New Princeton Review, المجلد 6

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A.C. Armstrong & Son, 1888

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الصفحة 224 - Ah, love, let us be true To one another! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain; And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night.
الصفحة 362 - Blessed is the man who, having nothing to say, abstains from giving us wordy evidence of the fact...
الصفحة 300 - He strove to make int'rest and freedom agree, In public employments industrious and grave, And alone with his friends, Lord how merry was he. Now in equipage stately, now humbly on foot, Both fortunes he tried, but to neither would trust, And whirl'd in the round, as the wheel turn'd about, He found riches had wings, and knew man was but dust. This verse little polish'd, tho...
الصفحة 118 - tis true that you turn'd out a Tory at Last, — yours has lately been a common case, — And now, my Epic Renegade ! what are ye at ? With all the Lakers, in and out of place? A nest of tuneful persons, to my eye Like " four and twenty Blackbirds in a pye ; II. " Which pye being open'd they began to sing...
الصفحة 397 - Democratic party have deserted not only the cause of honest government, of sound finance, of freedom, of purity of the ballot, but especially have deserted the cause of reform in the Civil Service. We will not fail to keep our pledges because they have broken theirs, or because their candidate has broken his.
الصفحة 300 - Nobles and heralds, by your leave, Here lies what once was Matthew Prior, The son of Adam and of Eve : Can Bourbon or Nassau claim higher ? " But, in this case, the old prejudice got the better of the old joke.
الصفحة 118 - So now my summer task is ended, Mary, And I return to thee, mine own heart's home; As to his Queen some victor Knight of Faery, Earning bright spoils for her enchanted dome; Nor thou disdain that, ere my fame become A star among the stars of mortal night, If it indeed may cleave its natal gloom, Its doubtful promise thus I would unite With thy beloved name, thou Child of love and...
الصفحة 120 - Rafael made a century of sonnets, Made and wrote them in a certain volume Dinted with the silver-pointed pencil Else he only used to draw Madonnas : These, the world might view — but one, the volume. Who that one, you ask? Your heart instructs you.
الصفحة 311 - Notre Pere. And, dearest child, along the day, In every thing you do and say, Obey and please my lord and lady, So God shall love and angels aid ye. If to these precepts you attend, No second letter need I send, And so I rest your constant friend.
الصفحة 308 - Yes, every poet is a fool ; By demonstration Ned can show it ; Happy could Ned's inverted rule Prove every fool to be a poet.

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