Fraser's Magazine for Town and Country, Том 10James Fraser, 1834 |
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... means of subsistence and exer- tions are linked together , never to give up his power of superintendency and direction as long as he is able to act , even though not with his usual vigour . Unless from 1 [ July , Lay Sermons , by the ...
... means of subsistence and exer- tions are linked together , never to give up his power of superintendency and direction as long as he is able to act , even though not with his usual vigour . Unless from 1 [ July , Lay Sermons , by the ...
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... means possess a darkened glass , through which I can look at the sun without being dazzled by the beams which conceal his dark spots . " " It is impossible not to admire the audacious humbuggery of the Shep- herd in the foregoing ...
... means possess a darkened glass , through which I can look at the sun without being dazzled by the beams which conceal his dark spots . " " It is impossible not to admire the audacious humbuggery of the Shep- herd in the foregoing ...
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... means to rid us of some of these noisy beasts . The advantages of sectarian zeal will be found admirably displayed in the fifteenth satire of Juvenal , where he recounts a bloody battle on some high festival between the Ombites and the ...
... means to rid us of some of these noisy beasts . The advantages of sectarian zeal will be found admirably displayed in the fifteenth satire of Juvenal , where he recounts a bloody battle on some high festival between the Ombites and the ...
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... means to communicate its patriotism . Touch but the interests of Ireland , and the madman was sane again : such was the mysterious nature of the visitation . " O Reason ! who shall say what spells renew , When least we look for it , thy ...
... means to communicate its patriotism . Touch but the interests of Ireland , and the madman was sane again : such was the mysterious nature of the visitation . " O Reason ! who shall say what spells renew , When least we look for it , thy ...
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... means this of the simplicity and unadornment of his language contrasted with that of his metaphysical poetry , it is true ; but if he means that the sentiments , images , re- flections , and opinions , are not those of a poet , he is ...
... means this of the simplicity and unadornment of his language contrasted with that of his metaphysical poetry , it is true ; but if he means that the sentiments , images , re- flections , and opinions , are not those of a poet , he is ...
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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...