The Yale Review, Bind 4,Del 1George Park Fisher, George Burton Adams, Henry Walcott Farnam, Arthur Twining Hadley, John Christopher Schwab, William Fremont Blackman, Edward Gaylord Bourne, Irving Fisher, Henry Crosby Emery, Wilbur Lucius Cross Blackwell, 1915 |
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Side 86 - Glorious the enraptured main; Glorious the northern lights astream; Glorious the song, when God's the theme; Glorious the thunder's roar: Glorious Hosanna from the den; Glorious the catholic Amen; Glorious the martyr's gore: Glorious — more glorious — is the crown Of Him that brought salvation down, By meekness called thy Son : Thou that stupendous truth believed; — And now the matchless deed's achieved, Determined, dared, and done!
Side 96 - I am! yet what I am who cares, or knows? My friends forsake me like a memory lost. I am the self-consumer of my woes; They rise and vanish, an oblivious host, Shadows of life, whose very soul is lost.
Side 121 - By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honor from the pale-faced moon, Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honor by the locks; So he that doth redeem her thence might wear Without corrival all her dignities: But out upon this half-faced fellowship!
Side 315 - ... The foe long since in silence slept; Alike the conqueror silent sleeps; And Time the ruined bridge has swept Down the dark stream which seaward creeps. On this green bank, by this soft stream, We set to-day a votive stone; That memory may their deed redeem, When, like our sires, our sons are gone. Spirit, that made those heroes dare To die, and leave their children free, Bid Time and Nature gently spare The shaft we raise to them and thee.
Side 96 - I AM ! yet what I am none cares or knows, My friends forsake me like a memory lost; I am the self-consumer of my woes...
Side 96 - I loved the best — Are strange — nay, rather stranger than the rest. I long for scenes where man has never trod, A place where woman never smiled or wept ; There to abide with my Creator, God, And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept : Untroubling and untroubled where I lie, The grass below — above the vaulted sky.
Side 305 - But it is apt to spoil two good things — a story and a moral, a meaning and a form...
Side 113 - That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage Girl : She was eight years old, she said; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad: Her eyes were fair, and very fair ; — Her beauty made me glad. "Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be?
Side 42 - ... that the Vice-President shall take his place when the President is disabled from performing his duties. Now if he is out of the country at a point where he cannot discharge the necessary functions that are imposed on him, such disability might arise; but the communication by telegraph, wireless, and telephone are now so good that it would be difficult for a President to go anywhere and not be able to keep his subordinates in constant information as. to his whereabouts and his wishes. As a matter...
Side 95 - How can they die at Spring ? He held his hands for daisies white, And then for violets blue, And took them all to bed at night That in the green fields grew, As childhood's sweet delight. And then he shut his little eyes, And flowers would notice not ; Birds' nests and eggs caused no surprise, He now no blossoms got : They met with plaintive sighs. When Winter came and blasts did sigh, And bare were plain and tree, As he for ease in bed did lie His soul seemed with the free, He died so quietly.