The King's College Magazine, Bind 2Houlston and Hughes, 1842 |
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... beautiful is " but one vast panorama of death . " But there are ruins far more melancholy to contemplate than the decayed palaces of our fathers - ruins more awful , more sublime - ruins of the mind - ruins of the heart . The maniac ...
... beautiful is " but one vast panorama of death . " But there are ruins far more melancholy to contemplate than the decayed palaces of our fathers - ruins more awful , more sublime - ruins of the mind - ruins of the heart . The maniac ...
Side 36
... beautiful thing , But a tale of sadness to come it doth bring ; Though now , like the sorrow of childhood , ' tis fleeting , It tells of a future , far bitterer , weeping . Риск . NOVALIS : -HYMNS TO NIGHT . FROM Schiller we have 36 THE ...
... beautiful thing , But a tale of sadness to come it doth bring ; Though now , like the sorrow of childhood , ' tis fleeting , It tells of a future , far bitterer , weeping . Риск . NOVALIS : -HYMNS TO NIGHT . FROM Schiller we have 36 THE ...
Side 55
... beautiful , is at the same time correct and logical . To the attentive reader it affords a pleasure , since it repays his con- templation , and gives a novel view of a subject that Locke , Dugald Stewart , Channing , Brown , and ...
... beautiful , is at the same time correct and logical . To the attentive reader it affords a pleasure , since it repays his con- templation , and gives a novel view of a subject that Locke , Dugald Stewart , Channing , Brown , and ...
Side 83
... beautiful , comfortable , middle estate . Of that I take as much as may seem convenient ( pours some into the plate . ) MART . The man knows what's good ! SCHN . I now stir them together , that they may learn to be united . MART . What ...
... beautiful , comfortable , middle estate . Of that I take as much as may seem convenient ( pours some into the plate . ) MART . The man knows what's good ! SCHN . I now stir them together , that they may learn to be united . MART . What ...
Side 85
... beautiful is nature ! Go forth when you will , there is ever some object of admiration and love ; whether in the childhood of the year , when the infant spring is painting the fields and mea- dows with her tender green , and " the ...
... beautiful is nature ! Go forth when you will , there is ever some object of admiration and love ; whether in the childhood of the year , when the infant spring is painting the fields and mea- dows with her tender green , and " the ...
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Side 194 - I loved Ophelia: forty thousand brothers Could not with all their quantity of love, Make up my sum.
Side 481 - Is man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou owest the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume. Ha! here's three on's are sophisticated! Thou art the thing itself; unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art.
Side 255 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields or waves or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain?
Side 303 - Avaunt ! and quit my sight ! let the earth hide thee ! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold ; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with.
Side 305 - If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended: That you have but slumbered here While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend: If you pardon, we will mend.
Side 193 - Remember thee! Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there...
Side 232 - tis not to come ; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all.
Side 302 - And thou opposed, being of no woman born, Yet I will try the last. Before my body I throw my warlike shield. Lay on, Macduff, And damn'd be him that first cries 'Hold, enough!
Side 429 - Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth. And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
Side 301 - The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast ; — Lady M. What do you mean ? Macb. Still it cried, Sleep no more ! to all the house : Glamis hath murdered sleep; and therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more ; Macbeth shall sleep no more .