The Yale Literary Magazine, Volúmenes30-31Yale Literary Society, 1865 |
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... truth , the question comes to us to - day with peculiar emphasis , why is it that in our day , as in the earlier days of the Republic , the very best men are not elected to office ? The answer is in every mouth : -Because the most ...
... truth , the question comes to us to - day with peculiar emphasis , why is it that in our day , as in the earlier days of the Republic , the very best men are not elected to office ? The answer is in every mouth : -Because the most ...
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... truth , as she extends her arbitrary surveillance over every issue of her own press and every printed line that crosses her borders , conscious that no despotism can retain its power over a people which questions its legality . But ...
... truth , as she extends her arbitrary surveillance over every issue of her own press and every printed line that crosses her borders , conscious that no despotism can retain its power over a people which questions its legality . But ...
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... truth , the question comes to us to - day with peculiar emphasis , why is it that in our day , as in the earlier days of the Republic , the very best men are not elected to office ? The answer is in every mouth - Because the most ...
... truth , the question comes to us to - day with peculiar emphasis , why is it that in our day , as in the earlier days of the Republic , the very best men are not elected to office ? The answer is in every mouth - Because the most ...
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... truth , as she extends her arbitrary surveillance over every issue of her own press and every printed line that crosses her borders , conscious that no despotism can retain its power over a people which questions its legality . But ...
... truth , as she extends her arbitrary surveillance over every issue of her own press and every printed line that crosses her borders , conscious that no despotism can retain its power over a people which questions its legality . But ...
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... truth , we are all of us doing and think- ing little but evil . We cannot speak of our character , for we have no character ; we cannot speak of our merit , for we have no merit . All experience shows that the doctrines of the Bible ...
... truth , we are all of us doing and think- ing little but evil . We cannot speak of our character , for we have no character ; we cannot speak of our merit , for we have no merit . All experience shows that the doctrines of the Bible ...
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Página 180 - 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.
Página 180 - THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary.
Página 145 - 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.
Página 59 - These are the mansions of good men after death, who according to the degree and kinds of virtue in which they excelled, are distributed among these several islands, which abound with pleasures of different kinds and degrees, suitable to the relishes and perfections of those who are settled in them; every island is a paradise accommodated to its respective inhabitants.
Página 59 - Does life appear miserable that gives thee opportunities of earning such a reward? Is death to be feared that will convey thee to so happy an existence? -Think not man was made in vain, who has such an eternity reserved for him.
Página 274 - The mystic chords of memory, stretching from every battlefield and patriot grave to every living heart and hearthstone all over this broad land, will yet swell the chorus of the Union when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better...
Página 23 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret, Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
Página 38 - OLD King Cole was a merry old soul, And a merry old soul was he; He called for his pipe, and he called for his bowl, And he called for his fiddlers three.
Página 38 - Hey, diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle, The cow jumped over the moon. The little dog laughed to see such sport, And the dish ran away with the spoon!
Página 184 - The sunrise broken into scarlet shafts Among the palms and ferns and precipices ; The blaze upon the waters to the east ; The blaze upon his island overhead ; The blaze upon the waters to the west ; Then the great stars that globed themselves in Heaven, The hollower-bellowing ocean, and again The scarlet shafts of sunrise — but no sail.