Tinsley's Magazine, Bind 22

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Side 258 - We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven ; that which we are, we are ; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
Side 146 - Two principles in human nature reign; Self-love, to urge, and reason, to restrain; Nor this a good, nor that a bad we call, Each works its end, to move or govern all: And to their proper operation still Ascribe all good; to their improper, ill.
Side 148 - Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures, Whilst the landscape round it measures ; Russet lawns, and fallows gray, Where the nibbling flocks do stray ; Mountains, on whose barren breast The labouring clouds do often rest ; Meadows trim, with daisies pied ; Shallow brooks, and rivers wide...
Side 143 - Fairer was she when, on Sunday morn, while the bell from its turret Sprinkled with holy sounds the air, as the priest with his hyssop Sprinkles the congregation, and scatters blessings upon them...
Side 147 - Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever, One foot in sea, and one on shore, To one thing constant never. Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny. Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Side 64 - Where are the great, whom thou would'st wish to praise thee ? Where are the pure, whom thou would'st choose to love thee? Where are the brave, to stand supreme above thee, Whose high commands would cheer, whose chidings raise thee? Seek, seeker, in thyself ; submit to find In the stones, bread, and life in the blank mind.
Side 65 - Say not the Struggle naught availeth Say not the struggle nought availeth, The labour and the wounds are vain, The enemy faints not, nor faileth, And as things have been they remain.
Side 143 - Zuleika— such around her shone The nameless charms unmarked by her alone ; The light of love, the purity of grace— The mind, the music, breathing from her face; The heart whose softness harmonized the whole ; And, oh ! that eye was in itself a soul!
Side 389 - Maidens, like moths, are ever caught by glare, And Mammon wins his way where Seraphs might despair.
Side 61 - OLD things need not be therefore true,' O brother men, nor yet the new ; Ah ! still awhile the old thought retain, And yet consider it again ! The souls of now two thousand years, Have laid up here their toils and fears, And all the earnings of their pain, — Ah, yet consider it again ! We ! what do we see ? each a space Of some few yards before his face...

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