The Edinburgh Magazine and Literary Miscellany, Volume 95Archibald Constable and Company, 1825 - English literature |
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... hope , in- deed , to attain the energetic and impassioned poetic touch of my enthusias- tic young friend . However , to the meditative and contemplative , the gravest and least - impassioned flow of poetic sentiment often holds out the ...
... hope , in- deed , to attain the energetic and impassioned poetic touch of my enthusias- tic young friend . However , to the meditative and contemplative , the gravest and least - impassioned flow of poetic sentiment often holds out the ...
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... hope , if I may so speak , amidst the spreading boughs of the fair and stately Phrenological tree , and pour forth to the envy and wonder of all feebler and less musical throats than my own , the clear and melodious gush of my ...
... hope , if I may so speak , amidst the spreading boughs of the fair and stately Phrenological tree , and pour forth to the envy and wonder of all feebler and less musical throats than my own , the clear and melodious gush of my ...
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... hope of getting to the Bere- sina before the army of the Danube . His case was now extremely hard ; for there appeared no other chance of escape but by opening a passage for himself sword in hand . But at this critical juncture Napoleon ...
... hope of getting to the Bere- sina before the army of the Danube . His case was now extremely hard ; for there appeared no other chance of escape but by opening a passage for himself sword in hand . But at this critical juncture Napoleon ...
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... hope and feeling , oh ! I still Am proud to think to where I owe My birth , though but the dawn of woe ! My childhood pass'd ' mid radiant things , Glorious as Hope's imaginings ; Statues but known from shapes of earth , By being too ...
... hope and feeling , oh ! I still Am proud to think to where I owe My birth , though but the dawn of woe ! My childhood pass'd ' mid radiant things , Glorious as Hope's imaginings ; Statues but known from shapes of earth , By being too ...
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... hope , And every song and tale that breathes of love Seem echoes of the heart . " One specimen more , and we have done . all beautiful , no part rises decidedly superior to the rest , but is through- out one table - land of fine poetry ...
... hope , And every song and tale that breathes of love Seem echoes of the heart . " One specimen more , and we have done . all beautiful , no part rises decidedly superior to the rest , but is through- out one table - land of fine poetry ...
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Page 69 - And he said, It is a light thing that thou shouldest be my servant to raise up the tribes of Jacob, and to restore the preserved of Israel: I will also give thee for a light to the Gentiles, that thou mayest be my salvation unto the end of the earth.
Page 579 - I have of late (but wherefore, I know not) lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and, indee'd, it goes so heavily with my disposition, that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me, than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapors.
Page 579 - I have of late — but wherefore I know not — lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory...
Page 134 - WHAT is truth ?" said jesting Pilate, and would not stay for an answer. Certainly there be that delight in giddiness, and count it a bondage to fix a belief, affecting free-will in thinking as well as in acting. And though the sects of philosophers of that kind be gone, yet there remain certain discoursing wits which are of the same veins, though there be not...
Page 434 - A set o' dull conceited hashes Confuse their brains in college classes ! They gang in stirks, and come out asses, Plain truth to speak; An' syne they think to climb Parnassus By dint o
Page 429 - If we let him thus alone, all men will believe on him, and the Romans shall come and take away both our place and nation.
Page 572 - ... those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing ; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal silence : truths that wake, To perish never ; Which neither listlessness nor mad endeavour, Nor Man nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy...
Page 579 - What a piece of work is man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculties! in form and moving how express and admirable! in action how like an angel ! in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? man delights not me; no, nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so.
Page 97 - And it came to pass as they came, when David was returned from the slaughter of the Philistine, that the women came out of all the cities of Israel, singing and dancing, to meet king Saul, with tabrets, with joy, and with instruments of musick.
Page 300 - tis holy ground ! II. From yonder realms of empyrean day Bursts on my ear th' indignant lay : There sit the sainted sage, the bard divine, The few, whom Genius gave to shine Through every unborn age, and undiscovered clime.