The Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, Volume 18Leavitt, Throw and Company, 1849 |
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Pagina 29
... where the whole community cheerfully sub- thing still more startling : mits to a very heavy taxation to secure the intellectual and religious advancement of every order , even the lowest of the citizens , with the anarchy of Peru and ...
... where the whole community cheerfully sub- thing still more startling : mits to a very heavy taxation to secure the intellectual and religious advancement of every order , even the lowest of the citizens , with the anarchy of Peru and ...
Pagina 30
... where men have just hewn themselves out room for a few dwell- ings - he encounters persons familiar with his own works , who are delighted to accom- pany him on his expeditions , and to make an honorable exchange of their own local ob ...
... where men have just hewn themselves out room for a few dwell- ings - he encounters persons familiar with his own works , who are delighted to accom- pany him on his expeditions , and to make an honorable exchange of their own local ob ...
Pagina 34
... where - " God's vengeance feeds the flame With piles of wood and brimstone flood , that none can quench the same . " After which it cannot startle us to hear that " The godly wife conceives no grief , nor can she shed a tear , For the ...
... where - " God's vengeance feeds the flame With piles of wood and brimstone flood , that none can quench the same . " After which it cannot startle us to hear that " The godly wife conceives no grief , nor can she shed a tear , For the ...
Pagina 35
... where it still broods in all its har- rowing darkness ; where it still ( it is but jus- tice to say ) is crushing many hard hearts in- to religious belief ; with amiable inconsisten- cy bringing forth from that iron soil a large harvest ...
... where it still broods in all its har- rowing darkness ; where it still ( it is but jus- tice to say ) is crushing many hard hearts in- to religious belief ; with amiable inconsisten- cy bringing forth from that iron soil a large harvest ...
Pagina 36
... where wilt thou find refuge , but in thy native heaven ? Sir Charles Lyell is no less at a loss to reconcile the excellent and universal New England system of education with the out- bursts of fanaticism , of which the latest , the most ...
... where wilt thou find refuge , but in thy native heaven ? Sir Charles Lyell is no less at a loss to reconcile the excellent and universal New England system of education with the out- bursts of fanaticism , of which the latest , the most ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 353 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, . Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward.
Pagina 242 - THE CURFEW tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Pagina 352 - I trust hereby to make it manifest with what small willingness I endure to interrupt the pursuit of no less hopes than these, and leave a calm and pleasing solitariness, fed with cheerful and confident thoughts, to embark in a troubled sea of noises and hoarse disputes, put from beholding the bright countenance of truth in the quiet and still air of delightful studies...
Pagina 227 - God Almighty first planted a garden; and, indeed, it is the purest of human pleasures; it is the greatest refreshment to the spirits of man; without which buildings and palaces are but gross handyworks...
Pagina 228 - ... an inward prompting which now grew daily upon me, that by labour and intent study, which I take to be my portion in- this life, joined with the strong propensity of nature, I might perhaps leave something so written to after-times, as they should not willingly let it die.
Pagina 503 - I rejoice that the grave has not yet closed upon me, — that I am still alive to lift up my voice against the dismemberment of this ancient and most noble monarchy. Pressed down as I am by the hand of infirmity, I am little able to assist my country in this most perilous conjuncture ; but, my lords, while I have sense and memory, I will never consent to deprive the royal offspring of the house of Brunswick of their fairest inheritance.
Pagina 461 - The dropping of the daylight in the West, The bough of cherries some officious fool Broke in the orchard for her, the white mule She rode with round the terrace, — all and each Would draw from her alike the approving speech. Or blush, at least.
Pagina 461 - THAT'S my last Duchess painted on the wall, Looking as if she were alive. I call That piece a wonder, now: Fra Pandolf's hands Worked busily a day, and there she stands. Will't please you sit and look at her? I said "Fra Pandolf...
Pagina 462 - JUST for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a riband to stick in his coat — Found the one gift of which fortune bereft us, Lost all the others, she lets us devote; They, with the gold to give, doled him out silver, So much was theirs who so little allowed: How all our copper had gone for his service! Rags — were they purple, his heart had been proud! We that had loved...
Pagina 523 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more, Or close the wall up with our English dead ! In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility ; But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger...