The Yale Literary Magazine, Volum 30Yale Literary Society, 1864 Appended to v. 30: Valedictory poem and oration pronounced before the senior class in Yale College, Presentation Day, June 21, 1865; Catalogue of the officers and studeints in Yale College, with a statement of the course of instruction in the various departments, 1864-65. |
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Pàgina 224 - Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast, And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart ! and cease repining ; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining ; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.
Pàgina 241 - ... than that which has devolved upon any other man since the days of WASHINGTON. He never would have succeeded except for the aid of Divine Providence, upon which he at all times relied. I feel that I cannot succeed without the same Divine aid whi.ch sustained him, and...
Pàgina 187 - A THING of beauty is a joy for ever : Its loveliness increases ; it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Pàgina 217 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there.
Pàgina 194 - The blessing of her quiet life Fell on us like the dew ; And good thoughts, where her footsteps pressed Like fairy blossoms grew. Sweet promptings unto kindest deeds Were in her very look ; We read her face, as one who reads A true and holy book.
Pàgina 98 - What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted ! Thrice is he arm'd that hath his quarrel just ; And he but naked, though lock'd up in steel, Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.
Pàgina 17 - The fiend that man harries Is love of the Best; Yawns the pit of the Dragon, Lit by rays from the Blest. The Lethe of nature Can't trance him again, Whose soul sees the perfect, Which his eyes seek in vain.
Pàgina 215 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear...
Pàgina 179 - As I write the last line with a rather sad heart, Pendennis and Laura, and Ethel and Clive, fade away into Fable-land. I hardly know whether they are not true ; whether they do not live near us somewhere. They were alive, and I heard their voices ; but five minutes since was touched by their grief. And have we parted with them here on a sudden, and without so much as a shake of the hand?
Pàgina 134 - Let it go or stay, so I wake to the higher aims Of a land that has lost for a little her lust of gold, And love of a peace that was full of wrongs and shames, Horrible, hateful, monstrous, not to be told ; And hail once more to the banner of battle unroll'd ! Tho...