Putnam's Magazine: Original Papers on Literature, Science, Art, and National Interests, Volumen6G.P.Putnam & Company, 1855 |
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... heart - my own ! " is the mournful answer . " Is that so sad ? " she says quietly . " Better leave it , then , and study some other human heart . I can readily ima- gine how one might become foolishly miserable who pored forever with ...
... heart - my own ! " is the mournful answer . " Is that so sad ? " she says quietly . " Better leave it , then , and study some other human heart . I can readily ima- gine how one might become foolishly miserable who pored forever with ...
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... heart , avow- ed his steadfast faith in a good time coming - not yet come , he said , but on its rapid way . Far enough off , it was , to warn us not to be guilty of spiritual absenteeism in idle reveries of its be- nignant days , but ...
... heart , avow- ed his steadfast faith in a good time coming - not yet come , he said , but on its rapid way . Far enough off , it was , to warn us not to be guilty of spiritual absenteeism in idle reveries of its be- nignant days , but ...
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... heart linger , it fulfills its office on the young man standing by her side , who still holds her hand . " Farewell ... heart - my own ! " is the mournful answer . " Is that so sad ? " she says quietly . " Better leave it , then , and ...
... heart linger , it fulfills its office on the young man standing by her side , who still holds her hand . " Farewell ... heart - my own ! " is the mournful answer . " Is that so sad ? " she says quietly . " Better leave it , then , and ...
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... heart of the Dark Student . And , by this time , there is stir enough there ; for the heart that , wak- ing or sleeping , has learned to keep Manfred's solemn vigil , is now filled with fever , and the ghosts of madness are moving in ...
... heart of the Dark Student . And , by this time , there is stir enough there ; for the heart that , wak- ing or sleeping , has learned to keep Manfred's solemn vigil , is now filled with fever , and the ghosts of madness are moving in ...
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... heart's blood and heart's life . They were called knights errant . They wore the coat of mail , the barred hel met , and the plume . You read their chronicles with pleasure and with pride . And the point we make against you is , Dark ...
... heart's blood and heart's life . They were called knights errant . They wore the coat of mail , the barred hel met , and the plume . You read their chronicles with pleasure and with pride . And the point we make against you is , Dark ...
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Página 122 - The drum-beat repeated o'er and o'er, And the bugle wild and shrill. And the music of that old song Throbs in my memory still : ' A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Página 138 - Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the bellman's drowsy charm To bless the doors from nightly harm.
Página 122 - And the sound of that mournful song Goes through me with a thrill : " A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Página 374 - I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers ; I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers. I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, Among my skimming swallows ; I make the netted sunbeam dance Against my sandy shallows. I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses ; I linger by my shingly bars ; I loiter round my cresses ; And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Página 122 - Often I think of the beautiful town That is seated by the sea ; Often in thought go up and down The pleasant streets of that dear old town, And my youth comes back to me. And a verse of a Lapland song Is haunting my memory still : " A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Página 568 - Cedar ! Of your strong and pliant branches, My canoe to make more steady, Make more strong and firm beneath me!" Through the summit of the Cedar Went a sound, a cry of horror, Went a murmur of resistance; But it whispered, bending downward, "Take my boughs, O Hiawatha!
Página 123 - A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.' And Deering's Woods are fresh and fair, And with joy that is almost pain My heart goes back to wander there, And among the dreams of the days that were, I find my lost youth again. And the strange and beautiful song, The groves are repeating it still: 'A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Página 237 - Through beds of sand and matted rushy isles — Oxus, forgetting the bright speed he had In his high mountain cradle in Pamere, A foil'd circuitous wanderer — till at last The long'd-for dash of waves is heard, and wide His luminous home of waters opens, bright And tranquil, from whose floor the new-bathed stars Emerge, and shine upon the Aral Sea.
Página 374 - I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling, And here and there a foamy flake Upon me, as I travel With many a silvery waterbreak Above the golden gravel, And draw them all along, and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Página 371 - Yet, if she were not a cheat, If Maud were all that she seem'd, And her smile were all that I dream'd, Then the world were not so bitter But a smile could make it sweet VI.