The Yale Literary Magazine, 39±Ç

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Herrick & Noyes., 1874
Appended to v. 30: Valedictory poem and oration pronounced before the senior class in Yale College, Presentation Day, June 21, 1865; Catalogue of the officers and studeints in Yale College, with a statement of the course of instruction in the various departments, 1864-65.
 

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108 ÆäÀÌÁö - Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home...
135 ÆäÀÌÁö - His wit is bright, his humour attractive ; but both bear the same relation to his serious genius that the mere lambent sheet-lightning playing under the edge of the summer cloud does to the electric death-spark hid in its womb.
109 ÆäÀÌÁö - Which, seek through the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere. Home ! home ! sweet, sweet home ! There's no place like home : there's no place like home. An exile from home, splendour dazzles in vain, Oh, give me my lowly thatched cottage again : The birds singing gaily, that come at my call ; Give me them, with the peace of mind, dearer than all. Home ! home ! etc.
302 ÆäÀÌÁö - This should have been a noble creature : he Hath all the energy which would have made A goodly frame of glorious elements, Had they been wisely mingled; as it is, It is an awful chaos — light and darkness, And mind and dust, and passions and pure thoughts Mix'd, and contending without end or order, — All dormant or destructive : he will perish, And yet he must not; I will try once more.
170 ÆäÀÌÁö - "When I have been engaged on a continuous work, I have often been obliged to rise in the middle of the night, light my lamp, and write an hour or two, to relieve my mind ; and, now that I write no more, I am sometimes compelled to get up in the same way to read.
410 ÆäÀÌÁö - was a hard student, a good scholar, a great divine, and a wise, steady and judicious gentleman, in all his conduct.
210 ÆäÀÌÁö - Ah! Vanitas Vanitatum! which of us is happy in this world ? Which of us has his desire ? or having it, is satisfied ? — come, children, let us shut up the box and the puppets, for our play is played out.
425 ÆäÀÌÁö - Maenad — made her snatch a brand And fire some forest, that her rage might mount In crashing roaring flames through half a land, Leaving her still and patient for a while. " Poor wretch ! " she says, of any murderess — " The world was cruel, and she could not sing : I carry my revenges in my throat ; I love in singing, and am loved again.
19 ÆäÀÌÁö - Where living Things, and Things inanimate, Do speak, at Heaven's command, to eye and ear, And speak to social Reason's inner sense, With inarticulate language.
167 ÆäÀÌÁö - I scarcely look with full satisfaction upon any ; for they do not seem what they might have been. I often wish that I could have twenty years more, to take them down from the shelf, one by one, and write them over.

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