The Dial, Volume 46

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Francis Fisher Browne, Waldo Ralph Browne, Scofield Thayer
Jansen, McClurg, 1909
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Page 356 - If thou art worn and hard beset With sorrows, that thou wouldst forget, If thou wouldst read a lesson, that will keep Thy heart from fainting and thy soul from sleep, Go to the woods and hills! — No tears Dim the sweet look that Nature wears.
Page 77 - They will remember the peculiar character which belonged to that circle, in which every talent and accomplishment, every art and science, had its place. They will remember how the last debate was discussed in one corner, and the last comedy of Scribe in another; while Wilkie gazed with modest admiration on...
Page 127 - He has outsoared the shadow of our night; Envy and calumny, and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again.
Page 356 - PELION and Ossa flourish side by side, Together in immortal books enrolled : His ancient dower Olympus hath not sold ; And that inspiring Hill, which ' did divide Into two ample horns his forehead wide,' Shines with poetic radiance as of old ; While not an English Mountain we behold By the celestial Muses glorified. Yet round our sea-girt shore they rise in crowds : What was the great Parnassus...
Page 314 - For while the tired waves, vainly breaking, Seem here no painful inch to gain, Far back, through creeks and inlets making, Comes silent, flooding in, the main. And not by eastern windows only, When daylight comes, comes in the light; In front, the sun climbs slow, how slowly, But westward, look, the land is bright.
Page 356 - Concourse, and noise, and toil he ever fled ; Nor cared to mingle in the clamorous fray Of squabbling imps; but to the forest sped, Or roam'd at large the lonely mountain's head, Or, where the maze of some bewilder'd stream To deep untrodden groves his footsteps led, There would he wander wild, till Phoebus' beam, Shot from the western cliff, released the weary team.
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Page 102 - Duncan is in his grave , After life's fitful fever he sleeps well...
Page 386 - Our reliance is in the love of liberty which God has planted in us. Our defence is in the spirit which prizes liberty as the heritage of all men, in all lands everywhere.
Page 128 - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy...

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