The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 70 (Google eBook)

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Atlantic Monthly Company, 1892 - Current events
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Page 113 - To suffer woes which hope thinks infinite; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night; To defy power which seems omnipotent; To love and bear; to hope till hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates...
Page 268 - Life of Life, thy lips enkindle With their love the breath between them; And thy smiles before they dwindle Make the cold air fire; then screen them In those looks, where whoso gazes Faints, entangled in their mazes.
Page 470 - The Treasurer and Company of Adventurers and Planters of the City of London for the first Colony in Virginia.
Page 320 - Truly the light is sweet, and a pleasant thing it is for the eyes to behold the sun...
Page 426 - AH ! who can tell how hard it is to climb The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar ; Ah ! who can tell how many a soul sublime Has felt the influence of malignant star, And waged with Fortune an eternal war...
Page 395 - The point of one white star is quivering still Deep in the orange light of widening morn Beyond the purple mountains : through a chasm Of wind-divided mist the darker lake Reflects it : now it wanes : it gleams again As the waves fade, and as the burning threads Of woven cloud unravel in pale air : Tis lost ! and through yon peaks of cloud-like snow The roseate sunlight quivers...
Page 87 - For, behold, I create new heavens and a new earth: And the former shall not be remembered, nor come into mind. But be ye glad and rejoice for ever in that which I create: For, behold, I create Jerusalem a rejoicing, and her people a joy.
Page 268 - Asia. So much I asked before, and my heart gave The response thou hast given ; and of such truths Each to itself must be the oracle.
Page 267 - To the deep, to the deep, Down, down! Through the shade of sleep, Through the cloudy strife Of Death and of Life; Through the veil and the bar Of things which seem and are Even to the steps of the remotest throne, Down, down!
Page 258 - The child is father of the man: And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by naturai piety.' [THERE was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream.

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