The Southern Monthly Magazine, Том 1Creighton and Scales, 1864 |
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... beauty ; and , as she rocked gently to and fro upon the undu- lating swell of the bay , seemed proudly conscious of her beauty , so greatly surpassing that of any craft upon the waters around her . Her hull was black , relieved only by ...
... beauty ; and , as she rocked gently to and fro upon the undu- lating swell of the bay , seemed proudly conscious of her beauty , so greatly surpassing that of any craft upon the waters around her . Her hull was black , relieved only by ...
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... beauty . He cast a fierce glance at the group of young sailors as he strode towards them ; but neither his com- mand nor his appearance were heeded , as another loud and hearty cheer burst from them . " Silence , I say ! " thundered ...
... beauty . He cast a fierce glance at the group of young sailors as he strode towards them ; but neither his com- mand nor his appearance were heeded , as another loud and hearty cheer burst from them . " Silence , I say ! " thundered ...
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... beauty ; we must take her right ashore . " remain here , Marley , I have it - Standish how fares the grief- As he spoke he made towards the companion - way and descended into the cabin . It was dark as he entered , but soon the darkness ...
... beauty ; we must take her right ashore . " remain here , Marley , I have it - Standish how fares the grief- As he spoke he made towards the companion - way and descended into the cabin . It was dark as he entered , but soon the darkness ...
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... beauty of classical an- tiquity , the heroism of chivalry , or the propriety of sacrificing one's self in the pursuit of an ideal excellence . We do not feel , however , that the spell of a true magician has been upon us . We are not ...
... beauty of classical an- tiquity , the heroism of chivalry , or the propriety of sacrificing one's self in the pursuit of an ideal excellence . We do not feel , however , that the spell of a true magician has been upon us . We are not ...
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... beauty and depth of " In Memoriam , " the thought must have occurred to most , do we here see what the man was , or only what the heart of a great poet has conceived of perfect manhood ? The long delayed publication of these Remains ...
... beauty and depth of " In Memoriam , " the thought must have occurred to most , do we here see what the man was , or only what the heart of a great poet has conceived of perfect manhood ? The long delayed publication of these Remains ...
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Сторінка 545 - Who gave you your invulnerable life, Your strength, your speed, your fury, and your joy, Unceasing thunder and eternal foam? And who commanded (and the silence came), Here let the billows stiffen, and have rest?
Сторінка 550 - Twas sad as sad could be; And we did speak only to break The silence of the sea! All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean. Water, water, everywhere, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water, everywhere Nor any drop to drink.
Сторінка 545 - Yea, with my life and life's own secret joy : Till the dilating soul, enrapt, transfused Into the mighty vision passing there, As in her natural form, swelled vast to Heaven. Awake, my soul ! not only passive praise Thou owest ! not alone these swelling tears, Mute thanks and secret ecstacy '• Awake, Voice of sweet song ! Awake, my heart, awake ! Green vales and icy cliffs, all join my hymn.
Сторінка 362 - We are such forest-trees, and our fair boughs Have bred forth, not pale, solitary doves, But eagles, golden-feather'd, who do tower Above us in their beauty, and must reign In right thereof; for 'tis the eternal law That first in beauty should be first in might : Yea, by that law, another race may drive Our conquerors to mourn as we do now.
Сторінка 361 - So on our heels a fresh perfection treads, A power more strong in beauty, born of us And fated to excel us, as we pass In glory that old Darkness: nor are we Thereby more conquer'd, than by us the rule Of shapeless Chaos.
Сторінка 362 - O for a draught of vintage, that hath been Cool'da long age in the deep-delved earth, Tasting of Flora and the country-green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sun-burnt mirth ! O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Сторінка 362 - MY HEART aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Сторінка 142 - With a sleety whistle through them, Nor frozen thawings glue them From budding at the prime. In a drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy brook, Thy bubblings ne'er remember Apollo's summer look ; But with a sweet forgetting They stay their crystal fretting, Never, never petting About the frozen time. Ah ! would 'twere so with many A gentle girl and boy ! But were there ever any Writhed not at passed joy? To know the change and feel it, When there is none to heal it Nor numbed sense to steal it...
Сторінка 359 - Its loveliness increases ; it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing A flowery band to bind us to the earth...
Сторінка 545 - Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — God! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!