Putnam's Monthly, Volumen6G.P. Putnam & Company, 1855 |
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... beauty of every work of art , and the neglect of which presents to us the best things out of place , as only so many specious deformities . Looking at the matter in this point of view , we are under the necessity of taking very decided ...
... beauty of every work of art , and the neglect of which presents to us the best things out of place , as only so many specious deformities . Looking at the matter in this point of view , we are under the necessity of taking very decided ...
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... beauty in its colored metaphors . Yet , while thus absorbed , he is conscious of every object in the shadowy room , and aware of all the outward scenery which slum- bers under the night silence and the stars . The room is very still ...
... beauty in its colored metaphors . Yet , while thus absorbed , he is conscious of every object in the shadowy room , and aware of all the outward scenery which slum- bers under the night silence and the stars . The room is very still ...
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... beauty . How bright and calm are those eyes ! How sternly sweet is the mouth , and the full rounded chin ! How graceful the drooping locks around the forehead ! He watches the fine tremble in the dilated nostrils . Then he finds himself ...
... beauty . How bright and calm are those eyes ! How sternly sweet is the mouth , and the full rounded chin ! How graceful the drooping locks around the forehead ! He watches the fine tremble in the dilated nostrils . Then he finds himself ...
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... beauty which belongs to dis- tance and time , and stands in the clear , common air of daily life , without the coat of mail , the barred helmet and the plume ! " If y you had given some food to the woman and her children , and let her ...
... beauty which belongs to dis- tance and time , and stands in the clear , common air of daily life , without the coat of mail , the barred helmet and the plume ! " If y you had given some food to the woman and her children , and let her ...
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... beauty and luxuriant vigor , but they bloomed and blossom- ed not . Sigillaria gently waved their lofty crowns on their slender , cu- riously marked trunks . In the pride of their grandeur , rising high above the lowly bushes around ...
... beauty and luxuriant vigor , but they bloomed and blossom- ed not . Sigillaria gently waved their lofty crowns on their slender , cu- riously marked trunks . In the pride of their grandeur , rising high above the lowly bushes around ...
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Página 177 - Her finger was so small, the ring Would not stay on which they did bring, It was too wide a peck; And to say truth, for out it must, It looked like the great collar just About our young colt's neck. Her feet beneath her petticoat Like little mice stole in and out, As if they feared the light: But, oh ! she dances such a way— No sun upon an Easter day Is half so fine a sight.
Página 387 - Peace sitting under her olive, and slurring the days gone by, When the poor are hovell'd and hustled together, each sex, like swine, When only the ledger lives, and when only not all men lie; Peace in her vineyard— yes!
Página 121 - LOST YOUTH. 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 391 - 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 - 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 585 - Should you ask me, whence these stories? Whence these legends and traditions, With the odors of the forest, With the dew and damp of meadows, With the curling smoke of wigwams, With the rushing of great rivers, With their frequent repetitions, And their wild reverberations, As of thunder in the mountains?
Página 122 - I remember the gleams and glooms that dart Across the school-boy's brain ; The song and the silence in the heart, That in part are prophecies, and in part Are longings wild and vain. And the voice of that fitful song Sings on, and is never still : "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Página 391 - 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 forever.
Página 122 - Sings on, and is never still: "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts." There are things of which I may not speak; There are dreams that cannot die; There are thoughts that make the strong heart weak, And bring a pallor into the cheek, And a mist before the eye. And the words of that fatal song Come over me like a chill : "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Página 391 - I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow.