The Indicator: A Literary Periodical Conducted by Students of Amherst College, Томи 1 – 3By the Editors, 1848 |
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... feel confidant that there exist in college germs of true poetic feeling , which need only to be fos- tered , by the very means now offered , to produce abundant and deli- cious fruits . It is not expected , however , that any more than ...
... feel confidant that there exist in college germs of true poetic feeling , which need only to be fos- tered , by the very means now offered , to produce abundant and deli- cious fruits . It is not expected , however , that any more than ...
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... feel that Party will neglect The purposes , and means , and aims direct , Demanded by our growth to bless our years . Party its partisans alone reveres— It seldom highest duties can connect With those poor follies , nursed by every sect ...
... feel that Party will neglect The purposes , and means , and aims direct , Demanded by our growth to bless our years . Party its partisans alone reveres— It seldom highest duties can connect With those poor follies , nursed by every sect ...
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... feel Restraint your very hearts devour ? Go ! Break your bonds — and teach the despot vile The life of Freedom by its first glad hour . V. One man our country has already had , Forbidding hope an equal one can bless , While Folly's ...
... feel Restraint your very hearts devour ? Go ! Break your bonds — and teach the despot vile The life of Freedom by its first glad hour . V. One man our country has already had , Forbidding hope an equal one can bless , While Folly's ...
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... feel my soul once more alive to the buoyancy , the feelings and the emotious of my early days . I can recollect very well the large old fashioned house of my father where my infancy was spent . Even now I seem to see the tall maples ...
... feel my soul once more alive to the buoyancy , the feelings and the emotious of my early days . I can recollect very well the large old fashioned house of my father where my infancy was spent . Even now I seem to see the tall maples ...
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... feel that it belonged to heaven rather than to earth . Perhaps it was an angel smile , with which one of those bright messengers had wreathed the lips of the child as an earnest to the mourners of the joy to which they were bearing away ...
... feel that it belonged to heaven rather than to earth . Perhaps it was an angel smile , with which one of those bright messengers had wreathed the lips of the child as an earnest to the mourners of the joy to which they were bearing away ...
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The Indicator: A Literary Periodical Conducted by Students of Amherst ..., Том 1 Повний перегляд - 1849 |
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Alfred Tennyson AMHERST COLLEGE amid ancient beautiful Beethoven Bill Gunn Boniface bosom breath character Charles Lamb cloud dark death deep destiny divine dream Druids earth Editors eloquence eternal eyes fame fancy feel flowers forever gather gaze genius give Glaucon glorious glory hand happiness heart heaven hero honor hope hour human Ichabod immortal intellect Jane Eyre labor laws light literary live look Lusiad Madame De Stael man-the mind moral mystery nature neath never night noble o'er Obadiah once orator passed passion philosophy Plato poet poetry Poland principles Pythagoras Quilp reader scenes seems silent smile song sorrow soul speak spirit stars strange sublime tears thee things thou thought thro tion toil true truth Twiller voice wild Winkle wonder words worship young youth
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Сторінка 40 - For so have I seen a lark rising from his bed of grass, and soaring upwards, singing as he rises, and hopes to get to heaven, and climb above the clouds ; but the poor bird was beaten back with the loud sighings of an eastern wind, and his motion made irregular and inconstant, descending more at every breath of the tempest, than it could recover by the...
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Сторінка 228 - O eloquent, just, and mighty Death! whom none could advise, thou hast persuaded; what none hath dared, thou hast done; and whom all the world hath flattered, thou only hast cast out of the world and despised: thou hast drawn together all the far-stretched greatness, all the pride, cruelty, and ambition of man, and covered it all over with these two narrow words, Hie jacet.
Сторінка 178 - ... gainst his love, Either in discourse of thought, or actual deed; Or that mine eyes, mine ears, or any sense, Delighted them in any other form ; Or that I do not yet, and ever did, And ever will, — though he do shake me off To beggarly divorcement, — love him dearly, Comfort forswear me! Unkindness may do much; And his unkindness may defeat my life, But never taint my love.
Сторінка 219 - Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, modes, shows of grief, That can denote me truly: These, indeed, seem, For they are actions that a man might play : But I have that within, which passeth show; These, but the trappings and the suits of woe.
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Сторінка 257 - THOU hast a charmed cup, O Fame ! A draught that mantles high, And seems to lift this earthly frame Above mortality.