The Central Literary Magazine, Zväzok 15

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1901
 

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Strana 24 - Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints...
Strana 22 - Chillon ! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar — for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard! (1) — May none those marks efface! For they appeal from tyranny to God.
Strana 22 - Camoens soothed an exile's grief; The Sonnet glittered, a gay myrtle leaf, Amid the cypress with which Dante crowned His visionary brow ; a glow-worm lamp...
Strana 301 - High is our calling, Friend !— Creative Art (Whether the instrument of words she use, Or pencil pregnant with ethereal hues...
Strana 22 - neath a curtain of translucent dew, Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame, Hesperus with the host of heaven came, And lo ! creation widened in man's view. Who could have thought such darkness lay concealed Within thy beams, O Sun ! or who could find, Whilst fly and leaf and insect stood revealed, That to such countless orbs thou mad'st us blind ! Why do we then shun death with anxious strife ? If Light can thus deceive, wherefore not Life ? JOSEPH BLANCO WHITE.
Strana 225 - The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry 'Hold, hold!
Strana 25 - Hell, athirst alway? I do not see them here; but after death God knows I know the faces I shall see, Each one a murdered self, with low last breath. "I am thyself, — what hast thou done to me?" "And I — and I — thyself,
Strana 232 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have...
Strana 23 - I mused it in bis antique tongue, I saw, in gradual vision through my tears, The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years, — Those of my own life, who by turns had flung A shadow across me. Straightway I was 'ware...
Strana 24 - NOT I myself know all my love for thee : How should I reach so far, who cannot weigh To-morrow's dower by gage of yesterday ? Shall birth and death, and all dark names that be As doors and windows bared to some loud sea, Lash deaf mine ears and blind my face with spray j And shall my sense pierce love, — the last relay And ultimate outpost of eternity...

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