The Yale Literary Magazine (Vol. I, No. 5, July 1836)Various
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The Yale Literary Magazine (Vol. I, No. 5, July 1836)
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College students' writings, American -- Connecticut -- New Haven -- Periodicals; Yale University -- Periodicals
Behold the man, whose deeds on every shore
Fame’s hundred tongues are whispering to the wind!
Asiatic wealth o’er boisterous seas he bore,
With just munificence to bless mankind.
The clouds of Ignorance which veiled the mind
Of this wide West, he burst; as Phœbus’ rays
Light up the night. Yale’s fame and name combined,
Till gratitude expires, shall fire our lays,
While Sons and Fathers join in sweet accordant praise.
This last translation has at least the merit of getting over the
difficulty in the translation of the first and second verses. Reader,
we have done. We have finished our chime. We have rung all the changes
we could at present upon our little bell. We throw down the rope. Draw
from it if you choose still sweeter music, and so brighten the love you
bear to her who will hereafter be your Alma Mater.
For “praising what is lost makes the remembrance dear.”
G. H.
THE INFLUENCE OF MORAL FEELING ON THE PLEASURES OF THE IMAGINATION.
No. III.
The influence of moral feeling tends to heighten the pleasure which we
derive from beholding the works of nature.
“Our sight,” says Addison, “is the most perfect and most delightful of
all our senses. It fills the mind with the largest variety of ideas,
converses with its object at the greatest distance, and continues the
longest in action without being tired or satiated with its proper
enjoyments.” Hence those pleasures of the imagination which are
perceived through the medium of this sense, must necessarily be of a
high order. Besides, they have this advantage above their fellows, that
they are more obvious, and more easy to be acquired. We have but to
open our eyes, and the scene in all its beauty and power enters. The
colors paint themselves on the fancy, with scarcely a single effort of
thought, and each object in the view, as it catches our glance, sends
its appropriate impression to the mind, with an approach as gentle, and
almost as imperceptible as the dawn of the morning.
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