The Yale Literary Magazine, Volum 7,Edició 3Herrick & Noyes, 1842 |
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Pàgina 116 - TO him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Pàgina 142 - THE thoughts are strange that crowd into my brain, While I look upward to thee. It would seem As if God poured thee from his hollow hand, And hung his bow upon thine awful front, And spoke in that loud voice which seemed to him Who dwelt in Patmos for his Saviour's sake The sound of many waters; and had bade Thy flood to chronicle the ages back, And notch his centuries in the eternal rocks.
Pàgina 142 - That, undisturbed, save by the harmless brawl Of mimic rapid or slight waterfall, Pursue their way By mossy bank, and darkly waving wood, \ By rock, that, since the deluge, fixed has stood, Showing to sun and moon their crisping flood By night and day.
Pàgina 136 - He is now at rest ; And praise and blame fall on his ear alike, Now dull in death. Yes, BYRON, thou art gone, Gone like a star that through the firmament Shot and was lost, in its eccentric course Dazzling, perplexing. Yet thy heart, methinks, Was generous, noble — noble in its scorn Of all things low or little ; nothing there Sordid or servile. If imagined wrongs Pursued thee, urging thee sometimes to do Things long regretted, oft, as many know, None more than I, thy gratitude would build On slight...
Pàgina 137 - Here the self-torturing sophist, wild Rousseau, The apostle of affliction, he who threw Enchantment over passion, and from woe Wrung overwhelming eloquence, first drew The breath which made him wretched : yet he knew How to make madness beautiful, and cast O'er erring deeds and thoughts a heavenly hue Of words, like sunbeams, dazzling as they past The eyes, which o'er them shed tears feelingly and fast.
Pàgina 144 - And radiant learning beckon'd thee away. The breeze was music to thee, and the clear • Beam of thy morning promised a bright day. And they have wreck'd thee ! — But there is a shore Where storms are hush'd — where tempests never rage — Where angry skies and blackening seas no more With gusty strength their roaring warfare wage. By thee its peaceful margent shall be trod — Thy home is heaven, and thy friend is God.
Pàgina 143 - THE breath of air that stirs the harp's soft string, Floats on to join the whirlwind and the storm ; The drops of dew exhaled from flowers of spring, Rise and assume the tempest's threatening form ; The first mild beam of morning's glorious sun, Ere night, is sporting in the lightning's flash ; And the smooth stream, that flows in quiet on, Moves but to aid the overwhelming dash That wave and wind can muster, when the might Of earth, and air, and sea, and sky unite.
Pàgina 156 - BEHOLD Soracte's airy height, See how it stands a heap of snow; Behold the winter's hoary weight Oppress the labouring woods below; And, by the season's icy hand Congeal'd, the lazy rivers stand. Now melt away the winter's cold, And larger pile the cheerful fire ; Bring down the vintage four-year-old, Whose me! low'd heat can mirth inspire*; Then to the guardian powers divine Careless the rest of life resign...
Pàgina 142 - There's much in its wild history, that teems With all that's superstitious, and that seems To match our fancy and eke out our dreams, In that small brook.
Pàgina 156 - Vides, ut alta stet nive candidum Soracte, nee iam sustineant onus silvae laborantes geluque flumina constiterint acuto. dissolve frigus ligna super foco large reponens, atque benignius deprome quadrimum Sabina, o Thaliarche, merum diota.