The Tuftonian, Volume 22Tufts College, 1895 |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 33
Page 2
... true anywhere that such enactments are forced on the Legislature by public opinion , is apostasy too hard a word to describe the tem- per of such a nation ? " He had sounded the key note of the sit- uation . Lethargy had superseded the ...
... true anywhere that such enactments are forced on the Legislature by public opinion , is apostasy too hard a word to describe the tem- per of such a nation ? " He had sounded the key note of the sit- uation . Lethargy had superseded the ...
Page 15
... true feeling in his quiet voice . Then the woman's calm broke down , and her strength seemed almost to leave her . Edward quickly rose , and she impulsively threw her arms about him , weeping , and in the fulness of her weariness and ...
... true feeling in his quiet voice . Then the woman's calm broke down , and her strength seemed almost to leave her . Edward quickly rose , and she impulsively threw her arms about him , weeping , and in the fulness of her weariness and ...
Page 16
... true one , by the way . A friend of his who kept house engaged an elderly woman to do the kitchen work , and it was her story . She had had a hard time in her native country , and when she was left a widow , with six children , she had ...
... true one , by the way . A friend of his who kept house engaged an elderly woman to do the kitchen work , and it was her story . She had had a hard time in her native country , and when she was left a widow , with six children , she had ...
Page 20
... 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 a cheerful ...
... 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 a cheerful ...
Page 21
... true artistic taste , to ease the pain gnawing at his heart . In his eyes there came a far - away look , a longing for something that he knew could never be . Thus , in silent meditation , yes , motionless adoration , he sat on and on ...
... true artistic taste , to ease the pain gnawing at his heart . In his eyes there came a far - away look , a longing for something that he knew could never be . Thus , in silent meditation , yes , motionless adoration , he sat on and on ...
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
Abner advanced German alumni athletics Bachelor of Arts Bachelor of Philosophy beautiful Boston character Chatterton church course leading COUSIN Dartmouth degree of Bachelor door Editor elementary French elementary German ELMER H Engineering England Examination for Admission eyes face Fairyland Ferrisburgh four books fraternity French and elementary friends German or French girl Goddard Chapel graduates Grammar Greek Greek language groups of requirements hand HARRY heart Hill History hope Iliad includes Latin interest intermediate French JACK laugh light literary lives look magazine metic mind MISS MORRIS MISS PENNOCK nature never night nine eighteen offer Ovid Plane Geometry play poems Powder House present requirements admit requirements for admission Salem seems soul spirit stand story SURLEY Theta Delta Chi things Thomas Chatterton thou thought tion Torrence TUFTONIAN Tufts College Tufts Weekly Tyler week words young
Popular passages
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