Scribner's Magazine, Volumen20Edward Livermore Burlingame, Robert Bridges, Alfred Sheppard Dashiell, Harlan Logan Charles Scribners Sons, 1896 |
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Página 169 - GOD ALMIGHTY first planted a Garden. And indeed it is the purest of human pleasures. It is the greatest refreshment to the spirits of man...
Página 22 - THE skies they were ashen and sober, The leaves they were crisped and sere — The leaves they were withering and sere; It was night in the lonesome October Of my most immemorial year; It was hard by the dim lake of Auber, In the misty mid region of Weir — It was down by the dank tarn of Auber, In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.
Página 294 - At least I have found, that where the subject is taken immediately from the author's personal sensations and experiences, the excellence of a particular poem is but an equivocal mark, and often a fallacious pledge, of genuine poetic power.
Página 22 - I had gazed perhaps two minutes' space, Joanna, looking in my eyes, beheld That ravishment of mine, and laughed aloud. The Rock, like something starting from a sleep, Took up the lady's voice, and laughed again ; That ancient woman seated on Helm-crag Was ready with her cavern ; Hammar-scar, And the tall steep of Silver-how, sent forth A noise of laughter ; southern Loughrigg heard, And Fairfield answered with a mountain tone ; Helvellyn far into the clear blue sky Carried the lady's voice ; old...
Página 178 - Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; Blow upon my garden, That the spices thereof may flow out.
Página 27 - None can care for literature in itself who do not take a special pleasure in the sound of names; and there is no part of the world where nomenclature is so rich, poetical, humorous, and picturesque as the United States of America.
Página 23 - Where the heart is, there the muses, there the gods sojourn, and not in any geography of fame. Massachusetts, Connecticut River and Boston Bay you think paltry places, and the ear loves names of foreign and classic topography. But here we are ; and, if we will tarry a little, we may come to learn that here is best. See to it only that thyself is here...
Página 158 - LORD, my heart is not haughty, nor mine eyes lofty: neither do I exercise myself in great matters, or in things too high for me.
Página 567 - He had to think of it till he got it — and he got it. The laddie is a genius ! " They were about to tear up Tommy's essay, but he snatched it from them and put it in his oxter pocket. " I am a collector of curiosities," he explained, "and this paper may be worth money yet." " Well," said Cathro, savagely, " I have one satisfaction, I ran him out of my school.
Información bibliográfica
| Título | Scribner's Magazine, Volumen20 Scribner's magazine |
| Editores | Edward Livermore Burlingame, Robert Bridges, Alfred Sheppard Dashiell, Harlan Logan |
| Editor | Charles Scribners Sons, 1896 |
| Procedencia del original | Universidad de Harvard |
| Digitalizado | 13 Mar 2007 |
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