The Tuftonian, Volume 22Tufts College, 1895 |
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... soul , the true spirit of the man , shone forth in the same features which in early life exhibited only the coarser elements of character . In the natural sparkle of the eye , in the genial curve of the mouth , we should have looked for ...
... soul , the true spirit of the man , shone forth in the same features which in early life exhibited only the coarser elements of character . In the natural sparkle of the eye , in the genial curve of the mouth , we should have looked for ...
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... soul , of passion , that come home to him . In the words of Browning : - Oh , the little more and how much it is ! And the little less and what worlds away ! He sits in rapt contemplation , and the pictures , 1895 ] 21 The Tuftonian .
... soul , of passion , that come home to him . In the words of Browning : - Oh , the little more and how much it is ! And the little less and what worlds away ! He sits in rapt contemplation , and the pictures , 1895 ] 21 The Tuftonian .
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... soul and life which naught but personal love and feeling could give them , — three simple pictures from the lives of a man and a woman , from the life of John Warden and the woman he loved . Out upon the calm , unrippled The first is a ...
... soul and life which naught but personal love and feeling could give them , — three simple pictures from the lives of a man and a woman , from the life of John Warden and the woman he loved . Out upon the calm , unrippled The first is a ...
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... soul , great sim- plicity , a dignified self - consciousness . Mrs. Jameson has summed it up well when she says : " The character of Hermione exhibits what is never found in the other sex , dignity without pride , love without passion ...
... soul , great sim- plicity , a dignified self - consciousness . Mrs. Jameson has summed it up well when she says : " The character of Hermione exhibits what is never found in the other sex , dignity without pride , love without passion ...
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... soul finds peace and room for all my thought ; And lulled to rest I dream on , in a trance , Till I seem one step nearer Heaven brought . Edith L. Hodge . EXCHANGES . The Minnesota Magazine comes out in a new dress this year , the cover ...
... soul finds peace and room for all my thought ; And lulled to rest I dream on , in a trance , Till I seem one step nearer Heaven brought . Edith L. Hodge . EXCHANGES . The Minnesota Magazine comes out in a new dress this year , the cover ...
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Page 120 - Thyself without a witness, in these shades, Of thy perfections. Grandeur, strength and grace Are here to speak of thee. This mighty oak — By whose immovable stem I stand and seem Almost annihilated — not a prince. In all that proud old world beyond the deep, E'er wore his crown as loftily as he Wears the green coronal of leaves with which Thy hand has graced him.
Page 122 - Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form; yet, on my heart Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart. He who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, In the long way that I must tread alone, Will lead my steps aright.
Page 121 - E'er wore his crown as loftily as he Wears the green coronal of leaves with which Thy hand has graced him. Nestled at his root Is beauty, such as blooms not in the glare Of the broad sun. That delicate forest flower With scented breath, and look so like a smile, Seems, as it issues from the shapeless mould, An emanation of the indwelling Life, A visible token of the upholding Love, That are the soul of this wide universe.
Page 120 - Giant of air! we bid thee hail! — How his gray skirts toss in the whirling gale; How his huge and writhing arms are bent, To clasp the zone of the firmament, And fold, at length, in their dark embrace, From mountain to mountain the visible space.
Page 121 - The trampled earth returns a sound of fear — A hollow sound, as if I walked on tombs ; And lights, that tell of cheerful homes, appear Far off, and die like hope amid the glooms. A mournful wind across the landscape flies, And the wide atmosphere is full of sighs. And I, with faltering footsteps, journey on, Watching the stars that roll the hours away, Till the faint light that guides me now is gone, And, like another life, the glorious day Shall open o'er me from the empyreal height, With warmth,...
Page 139 - My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed All under the willow-tree. Black his cryne as the winter night, White his rode as the summer snow, Red his face as the morning light, Cold he lies in the grave below: My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed All under the willow-tree.
Page 120 - Oft, in the sunless April day, Thy early smile has stayed my walk ; But midst the gorgeous blooms of May, I passed thee on thy humble stalk. So they, who climb to wealth, forget The friends in darker fortunes tried. I copied them — but I regret That I should ape the ways of pride.
Page 139 - My love is dead, Cone to his death-bed All under the willow-tree. See! the white moon shines on high; Whiter is my true-love's shroud: Whiter than the morning sky, Whiter than the evening cloud: My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed All under the willow-tree.
Page 7 - All things are lawful for me, but all things are not expedient: all things are lawful for me, but all things edify not.
Page 86 - Greater love hath no man than this, that he lay down his life for his friends