The Yale Literary Magazine, Zväzok 24,Vydanie 7Herrick & Noyes, 1859 |
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Strana 313 - Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast, And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart ! and cease repining ; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining ; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.
Strana 329 - We spent them not in toys, or lust, or wine; But search of deep philosophy, Wit, eloquence, and poesy ; Arts which I loved, for they, my friend, were thine.
Strana 310 - Vides, ut alta stet nive candidum Soracte, nee iam sustineant onus silvae laborantes geluque flumina constiterint acuto. dissolve frigus ligna super foco large reponens, atque benignius deprome quadrimum Sabina, o Thaliarche, merum diota.
Strana 324 - I have endeavored to keep a conscience void of offence towards God and towards men...
Strana 308 - That is the first flag that a Yale boat ever carried. The winners are to keep it as the "champion flag" until they are beaten or graduate. And it is for that old blue bunting that we are ready to pull as long as we can see to keep stroke.
Strana 308 - But they throw themselves to the spirt with all their strength, and it is only inch by inch that we draw away from them. " Now work ! Hard and strong! Hard !" It is here that shoulders and thighs, and training, and pluck tell. They cannot stand this with us, and their stroke is flagging. Now there is a boat's length between us, and now another. "Hard for one more! Pull now with a will!
Strana 305 - ... looking down upon a scene amusingly animated. Yet those fellows, blundering there over that old tub, by the best of practice heavy rowing, will soon learn to pull their new shell against our crack oars. That deep narrow cockle-shell, they are spending so much admiration upon, is the ill-fated Volante. They will laugh at its round log-like sides before they graduate. Calthrop is laughing at it now—to his boys.
Strana 307 - Stroke, as he passes his plate for the third cut, quietly asks for " a little more of the gore." already putting the fresh lead on the boat. The air is as clear as before breakfast, but the wind is south-east and in puffs, and those light feathery clouds are a little ragged. Put on the lead boys, polish her up to the gunwales! We shall have a spanking breeze and white-caps enough by ten. So goes the morning, till carefully launching our boat, each in place—"Push off! Heady! Port give way ! Give...
Strana 309 - Did anything ever make your blood leap like this ? Shall you shout ? Shall you throw away your hat ? Bless you! you would not know you ever had a hat, and as your fingers clench the oar with a nervous grip, and your breath comes hot and heavy, and your head swims with the exertion, you could not think of shouting any more than of flagging—of any thing but the stout strain to the oar and your cleanest feather.
Strana 305 - I dreamed of the summer sea. Not when we had strolled together in the dying twilight, and had seen the first rays of the stars glitter on the sleeping tides, for it was not to "the many rippling laughter of the music of the sea...