Fraser's Magazine for Town and Country, Том 10James Fraser, 1834 |
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... Whig despotism and treachery is foretold with confidence . The poet also takes a retrospect of the Church of Rome , viewing it on the better side , philosophically . The Genius of Protestantism is finely personified , and the merits of ...
... Whig despotism and treachery is foretold with confidence . The poet also takes a retrospect of the Church of Rome , viewing it on the better side , philosophically . The Genius of Protestantism is finely personified , and the merits of ...
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By Whig disorder , and the menaced throne ; By ruined England's melancholy groan , By that religion which thy lips profane , - Thy hope of honourable fame is vain ! Thy good is writ in water , but thy shame Must stick for ever to thy ...
By Whig disorder , and the menaced throne ; By ruined England's melancholy groan , By that religion which thy lips profane , - Thy hope of honourable fame is vain ! Thy good is writ in water , but thy shame Must stick for ever to thy ...
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... Whig secretaries of state . The sons of the church are now alarmed , and I trust they will not allow them- selves to be deceived by any lying professions of the enemy . There must be no truce with Baal . I think , from personal ...
... Whig secretaries of state . The sons of the church are now alarmed , and I trust they will not allow them- selves to be deceived by any lying professions of the enemy . There must be no truce with Baal . I think , from personal ...
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... Whig fishermen now sweep their sea , In pomp and power and prodigality ! There on the rock sits Palmerston - below Old Grey , with keen eye looking for the throw . That steeple tears their net -- the mesh is rent ; Their hopes are ...
... Whig fishermen now sweep their sea , In pomp and power and prodigality ! There on the rock sits Palmerston - below Old Grey , with keen eye looking for the throw . That steeple tears their net -- the mesh is rent ; Their hopes are ...
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... Whigs , all the intelligence of the country is against them . The Dissenters and the manufacturers , and the tail of the Whigs , against John Bull ! John will make short work of them , when he is once well wakened up . The old gentleman ...
... Whigs , all the intelligence of the country is against them . The Dissenters and the manufacturers , and the tail of the Whigs , against John Bull ! John will make short work of them , when he is once well wakened up . The old gentleman ...
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Стр. 87 - ... So has it been from the beginning, so will it be to the end. Generation after generation takes to itself the Form of a Body ; and forth-issuing from Cimmerian Night, on Heaven's mission APPEARS. What Force and Fire is in each he expends: one grinding in the mill of Industry; one hunter-like climbing the giddy Alpine heights of Science ; one madly dashed in pieces on the rocks of Strife, in war with his fellow : — and then the Heaven-sent is recalled ; his earthly Vesture falls away, and soon...
Стр. 208 - On, this I ponder Where'er I wander, And thus grow fonder, Sweet Cork, of thee,— With thy bells of Shandon, That sound so grand, on The pleasant waters Of the river Lee.
Стр. 182 - In Being's floods, in Action's storm, I walk and work, above, beneath, Work and weave in endless motion! Birth and Death, An infinite ocean; A seizing and giving The fire of Living: 'Tis thus at the roaring Loom of Time I ply, And weave for God the Garment thou seest Him by.
Стр. 388 - ... nothing — like what he has done. It might seem that the genius of his face as from a height surveyed and projected him (with sufficient capacity and huge aspiration) into the world unknown of thought and imagination, with nothing to support or guide his veering purpose, as if Columbus had launched his adventurous course for the New World in a scallop, without oars or compass.
Стр. 208 - With deep affection And recollection I often think of Those Shandon bells, Whose sounds so wild would In the days of childhood Fling round my cradle Their magic spells. On this I ponder Where'er I wander, And thus grow fonder Sweet Cork, of thee; With thy bells of Shandon, That sound so grand on The pleasant waters Of the river Lee.
Стр. 590 - Good people all, of every sort, Give ear unto my song, And if you find it wondrous short, It cannot hold you long. In Islington there was a man, Of whom the world might say, That still a godly race he ran, Whene'er he went to pray. A kind and gentle heart he had, To comfort friends and foes; The naked every day he clad, When he put on his clothes. And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel...
Стр. 87 - On the hardest adamant some footprint of us is stamped' in ; the last Rear of the host will read traces of the earliest Van. 'But whence? — O Heaven, whither ? Sense knows not; Faith ' knows not ; only that it is through Mystery to Mystery, from ' God and to God. " We are such stuff ' As Dreams are made of, and our little life ' Is rounded with a sleep !"
Стр. 393 - It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Стр. 87 - Heaven, it is mysterious, it is awful to consider that we not only carry each a future Ghost within him ; but are, in very deed, Ghosts ! These Limbs, whence had we them ; this stormy Force ; this life-blood with its burning Passion ? They are dust and shadow ; a Shadow-system gathered round our ME ; wherein, through some moments or years, the Divine Essence is to be revealed in the Flesh.
Стр. 86 - Thus, were it not miraculous, could I stretch forth my hand and clutch the Sun ? Yet thou seest me daily stretch forth my hand and therewith clutch many a thing, and swing it hither and thither. Art thou a grown baby, then, to fancy that the Miracle lies in miles of distance, or in pounds avoirdupois of weight ; and not to see that the true inexplicable God-revealing Miracle...