The Sewanee Review, Bind 26University of the South, 1918 |
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Side 9
... living until we acquire them ? I am not ambitious . Give me , - ' tis all I ask , - A homely house , with ease the rule of life , A natural lawn , a spring not far away , A well - fed slave , a not too - learnèd wife , Sound sleep by ...
... living until we acquire them ? I am not ambitious . Give me , - ' tis all I ask , - A homely house , with ease the rule of life , A natural lawn , a spring not far away , A well - fed slave , a not too - learnèd wife , Sound sleep by ...
Side 10
... living until seventy - five . With the constitution and the temperament which nature appears to have given him he was justified in believing that he might live even longer than that . But it was not to be . The long tension and the high ...
... living until seventy - five . With the constitution and the temperament which nature appears to have given him he was justified in believing that he might live even longer than that . But it was not to be . The long tension and the high ...
Side 11
... living and if he has reason to think that they are forgetting it he does not hesitate to refresh their memories . For instance , he frequently reminds his readers in general and his patrons in particular that a poet is a person who ...
... living and if he has reason to think that they are forgetting it he does not hesitate to refresh their memories . For instance , he frequently reminds his readers in general and his patrons in particular that a poet is a person who ...
Side 12
... living . Such were the habits and standards of his time , the accepted and unavoidable conditions of his life . That life was the life of a brilliant provincial who came to the city without an independent fortune and chose literature as ...
... living . Such were the habits and standards of his time , the accepted and unavoidable conditions of his life . That life was the life of a brilliant provincial who came to the city without an independent fortune and chose literature as ...
Side 26
... living with thee or without thee . It is high time , however , for me to bring this imperfect sketch of Martial and his work to a close . I have said nothing of the history , form , and style of the antique epigram . One should be well ...
... living with thee or without thee . It is high time , however , for me to bring this imperfect sketch of Martial and his work to a close . I have said nothing of the history , form , and style of the antique epigram . One should be well ...
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Side 398 - And I have declared unto them thy name, and will declare it: that the love wherewith thou hast loved me may be in them, and I in them.
Side 466 - You are old, Father William,' the young man said, 'And your hair has become very white; And yet you incessantly stand on your head — Do you think, at your age, it is right? '
Side 186 - REMEMBER now thy Creator in the days of thy youth, while the evil days come not, nor the years draw nigh, when thou shalt say, I have no pleasure in them...
Side 318 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan which moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Side 213 - And thus when by poetry — or when by music, the most entrancing of the poetic moods — we find ourselves melted into tears, we weep then, not, as the Abbate Gravina supposes, through excess of pleasure, but through a certain petulant, impatient sorrow at our inability to grasp now, wholly, here on earth, at once and forever, those divine and rapturous joys, of which through the poem or through the music, we attain to but brief and indeterminate glimpses.
Side 215 - It is in Music, perhaps, that the soul most nearly attains the great end for which, when inspired by the Poetic Sentiment, it struggles— the' creation of supernal Beauty. It may be, indeed, that here this sublime end is, now and then, attained in fact. We are often made to feel, with a shivering delight, that from an earthly harp are stricken notes which cannot have been unfamiliar to the angels.
Side 463 - They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them.
Side 38 - Marlow was not typical (if his propensity to spin yarns be excepted), and to him the meaning of an episode was not inside like a kernel but outside, enveloping the tale which brought it out only as a glow brings out a haze, in the likeness of one of these misty halos that sometimes are made visible by the spectral illumination of moonshine.
Side 191 - Time had some score of small voices in that shop, some stately and slow as was becoming to their great age; others garrulous and hurried. All these told out the seconds in an intricate chorus of tickings. Then the passage of a lad's feet, heavily running on the pavement, broke in upon these smaller voices and startled Markheim into the consciousness of his surroundings. He looked about him awfully. The candle stood on the counter, its flame solemnly wagging in a...
Side 315 - I have a rendezvous with Death At some disputed barricade, When Spring comes back with rustling shade And apple-blossoms fill the air — I have a rendezvous with Death When Spring brings back blue days and fair.