Scribner's Magazine, Volume 6

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Edward Livermore Burlingame, Robert Bridges, Alfred Dashiell, Harlan Logan
Charles Scribners Sons, 1889 - American periodicals
 

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Page 318 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But in embalmed darkness guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild...
Page 318 - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry fays...
Page 257 - TWO VOICES. A STILL small voice spake unto me, "Thou art so full of misery, Were it not better not to be? " Then to the still small voice I said; "Let me not cast in endless shade What is so wonderfully made.
Page 255 - But thou and I are one in kind, As moulded like in Nature's mint ; And hill and wood and field did print The same sweet forms in either mind. For us the same cold streamlet curl'd Thro' all his eddying coves ; the same All winds that roam the twilight came In whispers of the beauteous world.
Page 256 - Byron was dead. I thought the whole world was at an end. I thought everything was over and finished for every one — that nothing else mattered. I remember, I walked out alone and carved 'Byron is dead
Page 262 - Earth at last a warless world, a single race, a single tongue, I have seen her far away — for is not Earth as yet so young ? — Every tiger madness muzzled, every serpent passion...
Page 254 - Heaven's eternal year' be ours. Hereafter, her meek spirit shall not reproach me. Oh, my friend, cultivate the filial feelings ! and let no man think himself released from the kind
Page 516 - ... holding a large Pistojan dagger,' and dealt him a back-handed stroke, with which I meant to cut his head clean off; but as he turned round very suddenly, the blow fell upon the point of his left shoulder and broke the bone. He sprang up, dropped his sword, half-stunned with the great pain, and took to flight.
Page 566 - If any nation whatever has a right to shut up, to our produce, all the ports of the earth, except her own, and those of her friends, she may shut up these also, and so confine us within our own limits. No nation can subscribe to such...
Page 262 - All diseases quench'd by Science, no man halt, or deaf or blind; Stronger ever born of weaker, lustier body, larger mind? Earth at last a warless world, a single race, a single tongue!

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