The Yale Literary Magazine, المجلد 771912 |
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... ideas in regard to women , good citi- zenship . But there are things that exalt life into a poem , there are things that glorify and console , there are spiritual windows , and we know them not . For we are dead . We have no ...
... ideas in regard to women , good citi- zenship . But there are things that exalt life into a poem , there are things that glorify and console , there are spiritual windows , and we know them not . For we are dead . We have no ...
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... idea , that creates great enthusiasms , great movements , has been crushed out of us . We have faulty standards - we value men for what they don't do , and require really very little of them . The Devil wouldn't buy one of our souls . A ...
... idea , that creates great enthusiasms , great movements , has been crushed out of us . We have faulty standards - we value men for what they don't do , and require really very little of them . The Devil wouldn't buy one of our souls . A ...
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... ideas of those who have no position . Rarely is anyone imaginative , in a society that is continually , unconsciously , weaving an epic , full of miniature struggles , where , if one will but listen reverently enough there is always ...
... ideas of those who have no position . Rarely is anyone imaginative , in a society that is continually , unconsciously , weaving an epic , full of miniature struggles , where , if one will but listen reverently enough there is always ...
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... ideas , new hope , new life , in the brooding , wholesome Schwartzwald ; as I sit writing here at Caux , with the wide lake , the rugged shoulders of the smoke - blue mountains , the cloud - palaces , before me , it seems so easy to ...
... ideas , new hope , new life , in the brooding , wholesome Schwartzwald ; as I sit writing here at Caux , with the wide lake , the rugged shoulders of the smoke - blue mountains , the cloud - palaces , before me , it seems so easy to ...
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... than enthusiasm , that con- duct is everything and ideas nothing , careless of all the brave things the forest whispered me . Paul L. Rosenfeld . THE SEER . Still do the people clamor ? I 6 [ No. 682 Yale Literary Magazine .
... than enthusiasm , that con- duct is everything and ideas nothing , careless of all the brave things the forest whispered me . Paul L. Rosenfeld . THE SEER . Still do the people clamor ? I 6 [ No. 682 Yale Literary Magazine .
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الصفحة 198 - LAST night ah, yesternight, betwixt her lips and mine There fell thy shadow, Cynara! thy breath was shed Upon my soul between the kisses and the wine; And I was desolate and sick of an old passion, Yea, I was desolate and bowed my head: I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
الصفحة 200 - They are not long, the weeping and the laughter, Love and desire and hate: I think they have no portion in us after We pass the gate. They are not long, the days of wine and roses: Out of a misty dream Our path emerges for a while, then closes Within a dream.
الصفحة 325 - I am more than all perplexed by this fact, that the prime inclination, that is, natural bent (which I have checked, though) of my nature is to music ; and for that I have the greatest talent ; indeed, not boasting, for God gave it me, I have an extraordinary musical talent, and feel it within me plainly that I could rise as high as any composer.
الصفحة 327 - And boatwise dropped o' the convex side And floated down the glassy tide And clarified and glorified The solemn spaces where the shadows bide. From the warm concave of that fluted note Somewhat, half song, half odor, forth did float, As if a...
الصفحة 5 - And only the Master shall praise us, and only the Master shall blame; And no one shall work for money, and no one shall work for fame; But each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star Shall draw the Thing as he sees It for the God of Things as They Are!
الصفحة 198 - 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.
الصفحة 173 - Is sporting amid those bowers of stone, And is safe when the wrathful spirit of storms Has made the top of the wave his own; And when the ship from his fury flies. Where the myriad voices of ocean roar, When the wind-god frowns in the murky skies, And demons are waiting the wreck on shore; Then far below in the peaceful sea, The purple mullet and gold-fish rove, Where the waters murmur tranquilly. Through the bending twigs of the coral grove.
الصفحة 271 - Myself when young did eagerly frequent Doctor and Saint, and heard great argument About it and about: but evermore Came out by the same door where in I went.
الصفحة 327 - Look off, dear Love, across the sallow sands, And mark yon meeting of the sun and sea; How long they kiss, in sight of all the lands! Ah, longer, longer, we. Now in the sea's red vintage melts the sun, As Egypt's pearl dissolved in rosy wine, And Cleopatra Night drinks all. 'Tis done! Love, lay thine hand in mine. Come forth, sweet stars, and comfort Heaven's heart; Glimmer, ye waves, round else unlighted sands; O Night, divorce our sun and sky apart — Never our lips, our hands.
الصفحة 21 - I come of a royal parentage! My grandfather was a Gammon of Bacon, my grandmother a Hogshead of...