The Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, Bind 6Leavitt, Throw and Company, 1845 |
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Side 44
... soil their fingers with the dirty knife of the anatomist , neither may they poison the springs of joyous thought and modest feeling , by listening to the se- ductions of this author ; who comes before them with a bright , polished , and ...
... soil their fingers with the dirty knife of the anatomist , neither may they poison the springs of joyous thought and modest feeling , by listening to the se- ductions of this author ; who comes before them with a bright , polished , and ...
Side 81
... soil- ( p . 181. ) But how is this to be proved ? It is certain that many seeds will remain dormant in the soil , perhaps for VOL . VI . - No I. 6 stance this very process . The process is afterwards carried further , but that does not ...
... soil- ( p . 181. ) But how is this to be proved ? It is certain that many seeds will remain dormant in the soil , perhaps for VOL . VI . - No I. 6 stance this very process . The process is afterwards carried further , but that does not ...
Side 144
... soil , in their general rela- tions to organic nature . Till the specific applica- tions of the views propounded are before us , it were premature to pronounce any judgment more special than this - that the author exhibits qualifi ...
... soil , in their general rela- tions to organic nature . Till the specific applica- tions of the views propounded are before us , it were premature to pronounce any judgment more special than this - that the author exhibits qualifi ...
Side 153
... soil where , most of all , it would have seemed to be exotic . It is impossible to read the account of this , without having the mind most powerfully impelled to the reflection , how strangely human beings have been forced from the ...
... soil where , most of all , it would have seemed to be exotic . It is impossible to read the account of this , without having the mind most powerfully impelled to the reflection , how strangely human beings have been forced from the ...
Side 199
... soil , and beneficent victors , conquering , civil- izing , and blessing the ruder people of the West , until the mysterious times of their do- minion being ended , and the sand of their pro- mised ages of glory having run , they sunk ...
... soil , and beneficent victors , conquering , civil- izing , and blessing the ruder people of the West , until the mysterious times of their do- minion being ended , and the sand of their pro- mised ages of glory having run , they sunk ...
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Side 221 - Let us alone. Time driveth onward fast, And in a little while our lips are dumb. Let us alone. What is it that will last? All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful Past.
Side 227 - When merry milkmaids click the latch, And rarely smells the new-mown hay, And the cock hath sung beneath the thatch Twice or thrice his roundelay, Twice or thrice his roundelay ; Alone and warming his five wits, The white owl in the belfry sits.
Side 221 - And thro' the moss the ivies creep, And in the stream the long-leaved flowers weep, And from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep. Why are we weigh'd upon with heaviness, And utterly consumed with sharp distress. While all things else have rest from weariness? All things have rest: why should we toil alone, We only toil, who are the first of things, And make perpetual moan, Still from one sorrow to another thrown: Nor ever fold our wings, And cease from wanderings, Nor steep our brows in slumber's...
Side 427 - With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is full of blessings.
Side 99 - My substance was not hid from thee, when I was made in secret, and curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.
Side 221 - And all at once they sang, " Our island home Is far beyond the wave, we will no longer roam.
Side 225 - Camelot; And up and down the people go Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below, The island of Shalott. Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Thro...
Side 229 - God gives us love. Something to love He lends us ; but, when love is grown To ripeness, that on which it throve Falls off, and love is left alone.
Side 221 - And their warm tears : but all hath suffer'd change For surely now our household hearths are cold : Our sons inherit us : our looks are strange : And we should come like ghosts to trouble joy. Or else the island princes over-bold Have eat our substance, and the minstrel sings Before them of the ten years' war in Troy, And our great deeds, as half-forgotten things.
Side 327 - Offending race of human kind, By nature, reason, learning, blind ; You who, through frailty, stepp'd aside ; And you, who never fell from pride : You who in different sects were shamm'd, And come to see each other damn'd ; (So some folk told you, but they knew No more of Jove's designs than you ;) — The world's mad business now is o'er, And I resent these pranks no more. — I to such blockheads set my wit ! I damn such fools ! — -Go, go, you're bit.