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Page 25 - ... of the relation between nature and the individual mind under such conditions : — "It chanced me once that many weary weeks I walked to daily work across a plain, Far-stretching, barren since the April rain ; And now, in gravelly beds of vanished creeks, November walked dry shod. On every side Round the horizon hung a murky cloud, — No hills, no waters ; and above that shroud A wan sky rested shadowless and wide. Until one night came down the earliest rain ; And in the morning, lo, in fair...
Page 25 - Shinn, published in a college paper of that time the following sonnet, under the title of " Rain." The poem deserves to be recalled here, just as a suggestion of the relation between nature and the individual mind under such conditions : — "It chanced me once that many weary weeks I walked to daily work across a plain, Far-stretching, barren since the April rain ; And now, in gravelly beds of vanished creeks, November walked dry shod. On every side Round the horizon hung a murky cloud, — No hills,...
Page 75 - 80, "The New and the Old," by CH Shinn, '74, "The Real and the Ideal," by Mary R. Stearns, '76, are the best of the other poems in this class. The songs, as songs can be, are perhaps more striking at less expense of ability. The initial one, "At Sunset," by Jane Barry, '81, we quote: At sunset, hark, a low deep sound Is borne across the placid bay, And through the hills, and far around In echoes faint, it dies away. A boom — the sunset gun Is fired; the day is done; The purple shadows coming on...
Page 92 - Oh, my love ! you'll surely kill Yourself," she wrote, " I know you will — You're far, far too ambitious ;" And then bewailed, in piteous plaint, Her own sad state in such event — And signed,
Page 21 - Calm, cold, and changeless, in the sunlight clear. The answer comes: volcanic rocks have here For ages burned, upcast with fiercest glow In fiery torrents from the hell below. Thus did this mighty pyramid uprear Its matchless form, till now it stands alone, Above the storms that vex the lower skies, While radiant whiteness clothes the rugged stone. O soul, cast out the hell that in thee lies Of passions and desires that make thee moan, And, clad in white, thou too shalt grandly rise.
Page 95 - ... thicker till the rain; And where noisy waters drove Downward from the heights above, Only bare white channels wander stonily across the plain. Yes, I see the hills are dry, Stubble-fields about me lie. What care I when in the channels of my life once more I see Sweetest founts long sealed and sunken bursting upward glad and free?
Page 14 - UPON my book-case shelf I see with shame Thy poems stand, their pages long unread, And think how oft my midnight lamp has shed Its light on work of far less worthy claim. For thou...
Page 14 - The sun is blinding to my weaker sight, And soon I sink to lower regions, where I find a denser air, a softer light: A thousand simple pleasures charm me there, And common griefs my sympathy invite.
Page 95 - Trees all gray with dust that gathers ever thicker till the rain; And where noisy waters drove Downward from the heights above, Only bare white channels wander stonily across the plain. Yes, I see the hills are dry, Stubble-fields about me lie. What care I when in the channels of my life once more I see...
Page 39 - Than the fairest dream of all the dreamers ; Ours to see the vision and fulfill it, Fairer than we dream of, fairer even Than the shining eyes of hope can see it. Rhoda L.