The Yale Literary Magazine, Volume 29, Issue 8

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Herrick & Noyes, 1864
 

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Page 338 - Truth forever on the scaffold, Wrong forever on the throne — Yet that scaffold sways the future, and, behind the dim unknown, Standeth God within the shadow, keeping watch above his own.
Page 362 - But thou shalt hear it, when from Alp to Alp The beacon fires throw up their flaming signs, And the proud castles of the tyrants fall, Into thy cottage shall the Switzer burst, Bear the glad tidings to thine ear, and o'er Thy darkened way shall Freedom's radiance pour.
Page 363 - Is he a man, then, to desert his friends ? Yet, whatsoe'er you do, spare me from council ! I was not born to ponder and select ; But when your course of action is resolved, Then call on Tell : you shall not find him fail.
Page 346 - If men would only say what they have to say in plain terms, how much more eloquent they would be ! Another rule is to avoid converting mere abstractions into persons.
Page 361 - The heights are thundering, and trembles the bridge, But nought scares the hunter on yon dizzy ridge : O'er mountains of ice Undaunted he goes, Where spring never blossoms, And flower never blows. Below him an ocean of mist from his ken Conceals in its darkness the dwellings of men^ Thro' the rents of clouds only The dim world is seen, Deep under the vapour The vallies of green.
Page 366 - The poems, each of which should be signed by an assumed name and accompanied by a sealed envelope containing the writer's full name, are due on April I, and may be handed in at the University Library.
Page 362 - ... groping sit Of an eternal darkness. Him revives No longer the warm meadow's vivid green ; No more can he the floweret's melting dyes, The roseate-tinted glacier more behold. To die — is nothing — nothing ! but to live, And not to see — is misery indeed ! Why do you look at me so piteously ? I have two glistening eyes, and cannot give One to my poor blind father — not a ray — The faintest glimmering of that flood of light, Which bursts upon my eyes in dazzling splendour.
Page 361 - When the vales their fresh vesture of flowers display, And the fountains burst forth -in the sunshine of May. Ye meadows, farewell ! Ye green sunny pastures ! The shepherd must leave you', " The summer is gone. HUNTER OF THE ALPS...
Page 348 - Live up to the level of your best thought ; keep the line of your life tense and true ; it is but a thread ; but it belongs to the great Republican warp, where Time is weaving a Nation. You cannot alter its attachment yonder, to the past — nor yonder, to the unrolling years. The shuttle of today is flying swift — knitting blotches — knitting beauties ; and if you would broider such things there as will stand fast, and...
Page 346 - Every good writer has much idiom ; it is the life and spirit of language : and none such ever entertained a fear or apprehension that strength and sublimity were to be lowered and weakened by it.

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