The Pathfinder, Volume 2The University Press, 1907 - American literature |
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... sweet , the quivering breezes waft . Rare perfumes mingling with each rapturous breath That stays the life within our eager hearts ; Oh , with what ectasy we call on Death To add the triumph which his touch imparts ! For , we have ...
... sweet , the quivering breezes waft . Rare perfumes mingling with each rapturous breath That stays the life within our eager hearts ; Oh , with what ectasy we call on Death To add the triumph which his touch imparts ! For , we have ...
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... sweet ; In the sherbet - chalice , lo , A crystal shimmer of snow ! While the Shiraz wine in the cup Glints as it bubbles up . Then , as the glamour fails , The ambushed nightingales Pour in the ear of night Their lyrics of delight ...
... sweet ; In the sherbet - chalice , lo , A crystal shimmer of snow ! While the Shiraz wine in the cup Glints as it bubbles up . Then , as the glamour fails , The ambushed nightingales Pour in the ear of night Their lyrics of delight ...
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... sweet gentility in these young descendents of those who lived dans le temps . Interesting characters that one would like to know live in this book of delightful setting whose cou- leur locale is of indescribable charm . The book has a ...
... sweet gentility in these young descendents of those who lived dans le temps . Interesting characters that one would like to know live in this book of delightful setting whose cou- leur locale is of indescribable charm . The book has a ...
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... sweet blown snowflakes for the bursting plum . O have no fear , impatient Dear , Sing on , the laggard Spring will surely come ! Sosei ( Ninth Century . ) What is called poetry arises from the heart ; Man gives to words the feelings of ...
... sweet blown snowflakes for the bursting plum . O have no fear , impatient Dear , Sing on , the laggard Spring will surely come ! Sosei ( Ninth Century . ) What is called poetry arises from the heart ; Man gives to words the feelings of ...
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... Sweet , the pillow of my hand is wet , And yet It is not autumn weather : How many a tear for a dream so dear , Instead of us together ! OVERTONES By HARRISON Moore I ask not alms , oh life , of thee ! Nor guerdon for mortality , Only ...
... Sweet , the pillow of my hand is wet , And yet It is not autumn weather : How many a tear for a dream so dear , Instead of us together ! OVERTONES By HARRISON Moore I ask not alms , oh life , of thee ! Nor guerdon for mortality , Only ...
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Page 1 - FIRST LOOKING INTO CHAPMAN'S HOMER. Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold And many goodly states and kingdoms seen ; Round many western islands have I been Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold. Oft of one wide expanse had I been told That deep-brow'd Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold...
Page 1 - MUCH have I travell'd in the realms of gold, And many goodly states and kingdoms seen ; Round many western islands have I been Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold. Oft of one wide expanse had I been told That deep-brow'd Homer ruled as his demesne ; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold : Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He...
Page 19 - It will be devoted to reviews of leading books and to papers on such topics of general literature as require fuller treatment than they receive in popular magazines, and less technical treatment than they receive in specialist publications. In other words, the REVIEW will conform more nearly to the type of the English Reviews than is usual with American periodicals.
Page 9 - Like lightning in the summer night Their mirth shall be, so quick and free; And oh! the flash of their delight I shall not see, I may not see.