The Harvard Monthly, Volumes 49-50Students of Harvard College, 1910 |
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Página 67 - I am he that walks with the tender and growing night, I call to the earth and sea half-held by the night. Press close bare-bosom'd night — press close magnetic nourishing night! Night of south winds — night of the large few stars! Still nodding night — mad naked summer night.
Página 19 - Some of my pleasantest hours were during the long rain storms in the spring or fall, which confined me to the house for the afternoon as well as the forenoon, soothed by their ceaseless roar and pelting; when an early twilight ushered in a long evening in which many thoughts had time to take root and unfold themselves. In those driving north-east rains which tried the village houses so, when the maids stood ready with mop and pail in front entries to keep the deluge out, I sat behind my door in my...
Página 67 - Smile O voluptuous cool-breath'd earth! Earth of the slumbering and liquid trees! Earth of departed sunset— earth of the mountains misty-topt! Earth of the vitreous pour of the full moon just tinged with blue! Earth of shine and dark mottling the tide of the river! Earth of the limpid gray of clouds brighter and clearer for my sake! Far-swooping elbow'd earth— rich apple-blossom'd earth! Smile, for your lover comes.
Página 21 - SOMETIMES I rambled to pine groves, standing like temples, or like fleets at sea, full-rigged, with wavy boughs, and rippling with light, so soft and green and shady that the Druids would have forsaken their oaks to worship in them...
Página 67 - Still nodding night — mad naked summer night. Smile O voluptuous cool-breath'd earth! Earth of the slumbering and liquid trees! Earth of departed sunset — earth of the mountains misty-topt!
Página 212 - But you never hear her do a growl or whine, For she's made of flint and roses, very odd; And I've got to cut my meaning rather fine, Or I'd blubber, for I'm made of greens and sod: So p'r'aps we are in Hell for all that I can tell, And lost and damn'd and served up hot to God.
Página 61 - Just as the Intellect concerns itself with Truth, so Taste informs us of the Beautiful, while the Moral Sense is regardful of Duty. Of this latter, while Conscience teaches the obligation, and Reason the expediency, Taste contents herself with displaying the charms, waging war upon Vice solely on the ground of her deformity, her disproportion, her animosity to the fitting, to the appropriate, to the harmonious, in a word, to Beauty.
Página 38 - TO GEORGE PIERCE BAKER THE ghosts of Praise-God Barebones and his clan Still walk, and with their old acerbity Infect us ; even the University Is haunted still, and the sparse Puritan, Turned Prospero, has made a Caliban Of human passion, and wild Poesie Pinched in an oak to starve, and Mimicry And all her kindred Muses put to ban. Yet not so now at Harvard ; there betakes Him now the scholar-player, with his Muse (That deathless wench, the Mermaid) and renews His vows, and breaks his fast, and is...
Página 216 - Hurrah for the English yeoman ! Fill full ; fill the cup ! Hurrah ! he yields to no man ! Drink deep ; drink it up ! The pleasure of a king Is tasteless to the mirth Of peasants when they bring The harvest of the earth. With pipe and tabor hither roam All ye who love our Harvest-home.