The Harvard Monthly, Объемы 49-50Students of Harvard College, 1910 |
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Стр. 65 - Yes my brother I know, The rest might not, but I have treasur'd every note, For more than once dimly down to the beach gliding, Silent, avoiding the moonbeams, blending myself with the shadows, Recalling now the obscure shapes, the echoes, the sounds and sights after their sorts, The white arms out in the breakers tirelessly tossing, I, with bare feet, a child, the wind wafting my hair, Listen'd long and long.
Стр. 212 - Three rooms about the size of travelling trunks. And we cough, my wife and I, to dislocate a sigh, When the noisy little kids are in their bunks. But you never hear her do a growl or whine, For she's made of flint and roses, very odd; And I've got to cut my meaning rather fine, Or I'd blubber, for I'm made of greens and sod: So p'r'aps we are in Hell for all that I can tell, And lost and damn'd and served up hot to God.
Стр. 19 - Some of my pleasantest hours were during the long rain storms in the spring or fall, which confined me to the house for the afternoon as well as the forenoon, soothed by their ceaseless roar and pelting; when an early twilight ushered in a long evening in which many thoughts had time to take root and unfold themselves. In those driving north-east rains which tried the village houses so, when the maids stood ready with mop and pail in front entries to keep the deluge out, I sat behind my door in my...
Стр. 21 - SOMETIMES I rambled to pine groves, standing like temples, or like fleets at sea, full-rigged, with wavy boughs, and rippling with light, so soft and green and shady that the Druids would have forsaken their oaks to worship in them...
Стр. 216 - Hurrah for the English yeoman ! Fill full ; fill the cup ! Hurrah ! he yields to no man ! Drink deep ; drink it up ! The pleasure of a king Is tasteless to the mirth Of peasants when they bring The harvest of the earth. With pipe and tabor hither roam All ye who love our Harvest-home.
Стр. 138 - The comradeships of undergraduates will never breed the spirit of learning. The circle must be widened. It must include the older men, the teachers, the men for whom life has grown more serious and to whom it has revealed more of its meanings. So long as instruction and life do not merge in our colleges, so long as what the undergraduates do and what they are taught occupy two separate, airtight compartments in their consciousness, so long will the college be ineffectual.
Стр. 105 - Mr. Mickle, the translator of the Lusiad, and I, went to visit him at this place a few days afterwards. He was not at home ; but having a curiosity to see his apartment, we went in, and found curious scraps of descriptions of animals, scrawled upon the wall with a black lead pencil.
Стр. 18 - Great prose, of equal elevation, commands our respect more than great verse," says he, " since it implies a more .permanent and level height, a life more pervaded with the grandeur of the thought. The poet often only makes an irruption, like the Parthian, and is off again, shooting while he retreats ; but the prose writer has conquered like a Roman and settled colonies.
Стр. 212 - Park, To come the daily dull official round; And home again at night with my pipe all alight, A-scheming how to count ten bob a pound. And it's often very cold and very wet, And my missis stitches towels for a hunks; And the Pillar'd Halls is half of it to let — Three rooms about the size of travelling trunks. And we cough, my wife and I, to dislocate a sigh, When the noisy little kids are in their bunks.
Стр. 46 - ... students who would otherwise go elsewhere, though tempting, is probably in the long run an injury to the cause of education. The danger of giving scholarships too freely is insidious. It is urged everywhere on the ground that it is necessary in order to attract to the University the best men, and it does attract men who are good scholars, but it attracts mainly the docile and studious youth who has not the vigor and aggressiveness to attack the world without aid and is prone to follow the path...