The Sewanee Review, Volume 4University of the South, 1895 - American fiction |
Contents
| 252 | |
| 257 | |
| 268 | |
| 278 | |
| 287 | |
| 312 | |
| 326 | |
| 361 | |
| 116 | |
| 124 | |
| 128 | |
| 129 | |
| 153 | |
| 174 | |
| 181 | |
| 189 | |
| 212 | |
| 233 | |
| 239 | |
| 246 | |
| 366 | |
| 377 | |
| 381 | |
| 385 | |
| 402 | |
| 411 | |
| 428 | |
| 439 | |
| 478 | |
| 493 | |
| 511 | |
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
Alexander Beaufort Meek American appears ballet beauty Beowulf Boyesen's capital cause century character charm Church College Collins constitution Convention criticism death England English English poetry essays fact feel French genius German give Goethe heart homicide human Hungarian Hygd influence interest Jókai's labor Leopold von Ranke less letters literary literature live Lord Byron lyric Matthew Arnold mediæval ment mind modern Molière nature negro never novels party perhaps pessimism philosophy Pinkney pleasure poems poet poetic poetry political present Professor published Rabelais Ranke Ranke's readers REVIEW seems SEWANEE SEWANEE REVIEW Solid South song South Carolina Southern spirit student Sunday taxation Tennessee thing Thomas Pinckney thou thought tion true truth University verse Virginia volume Watauga Association words write
Popular passages
Page 47 - With short shrill shriek flits by on leathern wing, Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn, As oft he rises midst the twilight path, Against the pilgrim borne in heedless hum : Now teach me, maid composed, To...
Page 295 - Of her bright face one glance will trace A picture on the brain, And of her voice in echoing hearts A sound must long remain; But memory, such as mine of her, So very much endears, When death is nigh my latest sigh Will not be life's, but hers.
Page 47 - O'erhang his wavy bed : Now air is hush'd, save where the weak-ey'd bat With short shrill shriek flits by on leathern wing, Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn, As oft he rises 'midst the twilight path, Against the pilgrim borne in heedless hum...
Page 46 - How sleep the Brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod.
Page 31 - L'étang reflète, Profond miroir, La silhouette Du saule noir Où le vent pleure... Rêvons : c'est l'heure. Un vaste et tendre Apaisement Semble descendre Du firmament Que l'astre irise... C'est l'heure exquise.
Page 46 - She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung, By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
Page 292 - A sister to the night !— Sleep not ! — thine image wakes for aye Within my watching breast: Sleep not! — from her soft sleep should fly, Who robs all hearts of rest. Nay, lady, from thy slumbers break, And make this darkness gay With looks, whose brightness well might make...
Page 22 - Nous voulons, tant ce feu nous brule le cerveau, Plonger au fond du gouffre, Enfer ou Ciel, qu'importe? Au fond de l'Inconnu pour trouver du nouveau\ It's time.
Page 105 - O World ! O life ! O time ! On whose last steps I climb, Trembling at that where I had stood before, — When will return the glory of your prime ? No more — oh never more ! Out of the day and night A joy has taken flight ; Fresh Spring, and Summer, and Winter hoar, Move my faint heart with grief, — but with delight No more — oh never more!
Page 35 - Car nous voulons la Nuance encor, Pas la couleur, rien que la nuance! Oh! la nuance seule fiance Le rêve au rêve et la flûte au cor!