Putnam's Magazine: Original Papers on Literature, Science, Art, and National Interests, Volume 6G.P.Putnam & Company, 1855 |
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... POET 623 MY DARLING .. 381 THE COMING SESSION . 644 NEW ENGLISH POETS . 225 UNKNOWN TONGUES - THE LANGUAGE NOVEMBER .. 458 OF ANIMALS .130 , 367 NOTES IN SYRIA ..... 493 VICTOR GALBRAITH 25 ORIGINAL PORTRAITS OF WASHINGTON .. 337 WHAT ...
... POET 623 MY DARLING .. 381 THE COMING SESSION . 644 NEW ENGLISH POETS . 225 UNKNOWN TONGUES - THE LANGUAGE NOVEMBER .. 458 OF ANIMALS .130 , 367 NOTES IN SYRIA ..... 493 VICTOR GALBRAITH 25 ORIGINAL PORTRAITS OF WASHINGTON .. 337 WHAT ...
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... poets deal with persons and passions ; -to north- ern poets and painters are reserved the elements of nature and that which in- habits them . In our own hemisphere , also , the love of nature , as evinced by our poets and by our ...
... poets deal with persons and passions ; -to north- ern poets and painters are reserved the elements of nature and that which in- habits them . In our own hemisphere , also , the love of nature , as evinced by our poets and by our ...
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... poetic volumes of the past twelve months . " Rubbish shot here , " is the uninviting programme . Those dreadful men ... poets and other pastoral people below , who were ambling unobtrusively to oblivi- ɔn , have had their day . But even ...
... poetic volumes of the past twelve months . " Rubbish shot here , " is the uninviting programme . Those dreadful men ... poets and other pastoral people below , who were ambling unobtrusively to oblivi- ɔn , have had their day . But even ...
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... poet . This is true , even of the most quaint and fantastic . We need VOL . VI . - 4 66 go no further than Tennyson for many of them ; but in Tennyson they are like the hues in a flower ; it is impos- sible to conceive of that flower ...
... poet . This is true , even of the most quaint and fantastic . We need VOL . VI . - 4 66 go no further than Tennyson for many of them ; but in Tennyson they are like the hues in a flower ; it is impos- sible to conceive of that flower ...
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... poet and death have it all their own way to the end . While the havoc is proceeding , girls go into confessionals and convents ; they are betrayed , and ruined and lost ; " De- spair " is invoked ; " Remorse " is justi- fied ; there is ...
... poet and death have it all their own way to the end . While the havoc is proceeding , girls go into confessionals and convents ; they are betrayed , and ruined and lost ; " De- spair " is invoked ; " Remorse " is justi- fied ; there is ...
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Page 122 - The drum-beat repeated o'er and o'er, And the bugle wild and shrill. And the music of that old song Throbs in my memory still : ' A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Page 138 - Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the bellman's drowsy charm To bless the doors from nightly harm.
Page 122 - And the sound of that mournful song Goes through me with a thrill : " A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Page 374 - 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.
Page 122 - 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.
Page 568 - Cedar ! Of your strong and pliant branches, My canoe to make more steady, Make more strong and firm beneath me!" Through the summit of the Cedar Went a sound, a cry of horror, Went a murmur of resistance; But it whispered, bending downward, "Take my boughs, O Hiawatha!
Page 123 - 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.
Page 237 - Through beds of sand and matted rushy isles — Oxus, forgetting the bright speed he had In his high mountain cradle in Pamere, A foil'd circuitous wanderer — till at last The long'd-for dash of waves is heard, and wide His luminous home of waters opens, bright And tranquil, from whose floor the new-bathed stars Emerge, and shine upon the Aral Sea.
Page 374 - 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 for ever.
Page 371 - Yet, if she were not a cheat, If Maud were all that she seem'd, And her smile were all that I dream'd, Then the world were not so bitter But a smile could make it sweet VI.