The Edinburgh Literary Journal: Or, Weekly Register of Criticism and Belles-lettres, Volumen1Constable and Company, 1829 |
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... mind appellation of metaphysician , which , in the lips of many , -to the golden or iron ages , which have alternately il- is meant to imply , that in devoting himself to the inves- luminated and darkened the world , that we mean to al ...
... mind appellation of metaphysician , which , in the lips of many , -to the golden or iron ages , which have alternately il- is meant to imply , that in devoting himself to the inves- luminated and darkened the world , that we mean to al ...
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... mind of man - for ever active , yet for ever varying - is a theme of more permanent uti- lity and sublimer interest . Let us not then rashly join with those who , with a flippant cleverness , the very com- mon endowment of inferior minds ...
... mind of man - for ever active , yet for ever varying - is a theme of more permanent uti- lity and sublimer interest . Let us not then rashly join with those who , with a flippant cleverness , the very com- mon endowment of inferior minds ...
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... mind , with here and there some touches of a softer description , which do as much credit to the heart as the rest ... minds that this country ever produced . Our readers will be glad to see one of those effusions , which , though on a ...
... mind , with here and there some touches of a softer description , which do as much credit to the heart as the rest ... minds that this country ever produced . Our readers will be glad to see one of those effusions , which , though on a ...
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... mind . These are no slight tal- ents and attainments ; and it is not , therefore , to be wondered , that to the great historian mankind in all ages have been willing to assign the very first rewards ia the intellectual arena the very ...
... mind . These are no slight tal- ents and attainments ; and it is not , therefore , to be wondered , that to the great historian mankind in all ages have been willing to assign the very first rewards ia the intellectual arena the very ...
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... mind may be wearied out with poetry , and for a time may turn away from it , like the bee from the blossom , satiated with sweets . But not on these accounts will one of the purest pleasures left to fallen humanity be resigned the ...
... mind may be wearied out with poetry , and for a time may turn away from it , like the bee from the blossom , satiated with sweets . But not on these accounts will one of the purest pleasures left to fallen humanity be resigned the ...
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Página 150 - ... he who ruleth his own spirit is greater than he who taketh a city, there was won, in the solitude of his chamber, many a repeated victory over himself, which should give a brighter lustre to his name than all the conquests he has made on the field of discovery, or than all the splendour of his positive achievements.
Página 4 - And fields and marshes wide Such as nor voice, nor lute, nor wind, nor bird, The soul ever stirred; Unlike, and far sweeter than them all.
Página 175 - To the ill-starred Burns was given the power of making man's life more venerable, but that of wisely guiding his own life was not given. Destiny, — for so in our ignorance we must speak, — : his faults, the faults of others, proved too hard for him; and that spirit which might have...
Página 4 - Do you not hear the Aziola cry ? Methinks she must be nigh," Said Mary, as we sate In dusk, ere stars were lit, or candles brought; And I, who thought This Aziola was some tedious woman, Asked, "Who is Aziola?" How elate I felt to know that it was nothing human, No mockery of myself to fear or hate : And Mary saw my soul, And laughed, and said, " Disquiet yourself not; 'Tis nothing but a little downy owl.
Página 203 - Wherefore, seeing we also are compassed about with so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which doth so easily beset us ; and let us run with patience the race which is set before us...
Página 4 - And forests, where beside his leafy hold The sullen boar hath heard the distant horn, And whets his tusks against the gnarled thorn ; Palladian palace with its storied halls ; Fountains, where Love lies listening to their falls ; Gardens, where flings the bridge its airy span, And Nature makes her happy home with man...
Página 128 - The very first Of human life must spring from woman's breast. Your first small words are taught you from her lips, Your first tears quench'd by her, and your last sighs Too often breathed out in a woman's hearing, When men have shrunk from the ignoble care Of watching the last hour of him who led them.
Página 251 - Is it so?" reflecting on the alliance which had placed the Stewart family on the throne; "then God's will be done. It came with a lass, and it will go with a lass.
Página 123 - T is with the thankful glance of parting praise ; More mighty spots may rise — more glaring shine, But none unite, in one attaching maze, The brilliant, fair, and soft, — the glories of old days...
Página 41 - twill ease my breast, And this wild tempest-laden night Suits with the purpose best. Come hither — thou hast often sought To open this old chest. " It has a secret spring ; the touch Is known to me alone;" Slowly the lid is raised, and now — " What see you, that you groan So heavily ? That thing is but A bare-ribbed skeleton.