The Indicator: A Literary Periodical Conducted by Students of Amherst College, Томи 1 – 3By the Editors, 1848 |
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... hope for . Thus it often happens that those who have borne through college the reputation of fine writers , find themselves afterwards searcely above mediocrity , when their productions pass the novel ordeal of the Press . In the former ...
... hope for . Thus it often happens that those who have borne through college the reputation of fine writers , find themselves afterwards searcely above mediocrity , when their productions pass the novel ordeal of the Press . In the former ...
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... hope into despair ! Add to this the loss , which he then sustained , of the lady of his heart , the object of his youthful affections , whose unchanging love had cheered and supported him in his exile and been with him in the field of ...
... hope into despair ! Add to this the loss , which he then sustained , of the lady of his heart , the object of his youthful affections , whose unchanging love had cheered and supported him in his exile and been with him in the field of ...
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... hope of years made ruins in an hour : The mace of Liberty no man should wield , Who has not learned the worth of Freedom's dower ! II . They should not be enrolled thy sons among , America ! who , dead to Freedom's call , Tamely bend ...
... hope of years made ruins in an hour : The mace of Liberty no man should wield , Who has not learned the worth of Freedom's dower ! II . They should not be enrolled thy sons among , America ! who , dead to Freedom's call , Tamely bend ...
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... hope an equal one can bless , While Folly's mantle , woven by success , Marks of the Nation both the good and bad The present to the Poet seems but sad , Hope droops within the shadow of Distress- Despair , stark blind , would weep lost ...
... hope an equal one can bless , While Folly's mantle , woven by success , Marks of the Nation both the good and bad The present to the Poet seems but sad , Hope droops within the shadow of Distress- Despair , stark blind , would weep lost ...
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... Hope's uplifted finger points Far o'er life's troubled sea , To realms of bliss , " the Better Land " - Oh ! sing that song for me ! THE BIRTH OF THE DEW - DROP . Day had passed , and Evening stole along with silent step and so- ber ...
... Hope's uplifted finger points Far o'er life's troubled sea , To realms of bliss , " the Better Land " - Oh ! sing that song for me ! THE BIRTH OF THE DEW - DROP . Day had passed , and Evening stole along with silent step and so- ber ...
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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 176 - A maiden never bold ; Of spirit so still and quiet, that her motion Blush'd at herself...
Сторінка 215 - Yet what can it when one can not repent ? O wretched state ! O bosom black as death ! O limed soul, that struggling to be free Art more engaged ! Help, angels ! make assay ! Bow, stubborn knees, and, heart with strings of steel, Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe ! All may be well.
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...
Сторінка 16 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man; To-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day, comes a frost, a killing frost; And, — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
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.
Сторінка 67 - But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad, Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill...
Сторінка 242 - I'm no like to dee ; For O, I am but young to cry out, Woe is me ! I gang like a ghaist, and I carena much to spin ; I darena think o' Jamie, for that wad be a sin.
Сторінка 257 - THOU hast a charmed cup, O Fame ! A draught that mantles high, And seems to lift this earthly frame Above mortality.