The Yale Literary Magazine, المجلد 82

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Yale Literary Society, 1916

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الصفحة 127 - And when ye reap the harvest of your land, thou shalt not wholly reap the corners of thy field, neither shalt thou gather the gleanings of thy harvest. 10 And thou shalt not glean thy vineyard, neither shalt thou gather every grape of thy vineyard ; thou shalt leave them for the poor and stranger : I am the LORD your God.
الصفحة 249 - Once upon a time and a very good time it was there was a moocow coming down along the road and this moocow that was coming down along the road met a nicens little boy named baby tuckoo . . . His father told him that story: his father looked at him through a glass: he had a hairy face.
الصفحة 249 - I have a rendezvous with Death At some disputed barricade When Spring comes back with rustling shade And apple blossoms fill the air. I have a rendezvous with Death When Spring brings back blue days and fair.
الصفحة 177 - Nicholas had his roast lamb, as you said he was to, but he could not eat it all , and says if you do not mind his doing so he should like to have the rest hashed to-morrow with some greens, which he is very fond of, and so am I. He said he did not like to have his porter hot, for he thought it spoilt the flavour, so I let him have it cold.
الصفحة 16 - It sounds so lovely what our fathers did, When, in the silent evening shade reclined, We drink it in with music's melting tones ; And what we do is, as it was to them, Toilsome and incomplete.
الصفحة 32 - O UNDISTINGUISHED Dead! Whom the bent covers, or the rockstrewn steep Shows to the stars, for you I mourn, — I weep, O undistinguished Dead ! None knows your name. Blacken'd and blurr'd in the wild battle's brunt, Hotly you fell . . . with all your wounds in front : This is your fame...
الصفحة 158 - WHITE daisies are down in the meadow, And queer little beetles and things, And sometimes nice rabbits and field-mice And black-birds with red on their wings. I want to explore all alone, With nobody spying around, All alone, all alone, all alone! It has such a wonderful sound.
الصفحة 178 - Swift, and she said I was fit for the stage, and you may think I was primmed up with majestick Pride, but upon my word I felt...
الصفحة 16 - Whether in Heav'n ye wander fair, Or the green corners of the earth, Or the blue regions of the air Where the melodious winds have birth; Whether on chrystal rocks ye rove, Beneath the bosom of the sea Wand'ring in many a coral grove, Fair Nine, forsaking Poetry! How have you left the antient love That bards of old enjoy'd in you! The languid strings do scarcely move! The sound is forc'd, the notes are few!
الصفحة 244 - The world must be made safe for democracy. Its peace must be planted upon the tested foundations of political liberty. We have no selfish ends to serve. We desire no conquest, no dominion. We seek no indemnities for ourselves, no material compensation for the sacrifices we shall freely make. We are but one of the champions of the rights of mankind.

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