MacMillan's Magazine, Bind 2Sir George Grove, David Masson, John Morley, Mowbray Morris 1860 |
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... called our current literature . What an everlasting fuss we do make about Junius and his letters ! And yet there is no competent person but will admit that these letters will not stand a comparison , in any respect of real in tellectual ...
... called our current literature . What an everlasting fuss we do make about Junius and his letters ! And yet there is no competent person but will admit that these letters will not stand a comparison , in any respect of real in tellectual ...
Side 3
... called style resolves itself , after all , into man- ner of thinking ; nay , perhaps ( though to show this would take some time ) into the successive particles of the matter thought . If a writer is said to be fond of epithets , it is ...
... called style resolves itself , after all , into man- ner of thinking ; nay , perhaps ( though to show this would take some time ) into the successive particles of the matter thought . If a writer is said to be fond of epithets , it is ...
Side 7
... called - to the works of his- tory , the treatises , the poems , the novels , the pamphlets , the essays , & c . that cir- culate from our better libraries , and lie on the tables of the educated - we might show reason for our rule even ...
... called - to the works of his- tory , the treatises , the poems , the novels , the pamphlets , the essays , & c . that cir- culate from our better libraries , and lie on the tables of the educated - we might show reason for our rule even ...
Side 12
... called , that the distaste of so many literary men for all but the proximate operates most detri- mentally . The habit of sneering at Speculative Philosophy , both name and thing , is a world too common among men Sneer as who ought to ...
... called , that the distaste of so many literary men for all but the proximate operates most detri- mentally . The habit of sneering at Speculative Philosophy , both name and thing , is a world too common among men Sneer as who ought to ...
Side 41
... called histories , but which are generally valuable and in- teresting precisely by that in them which is not really historic . Is he a naturalist ? He has taken to natural history in later life ; but his two pleasant volumes on " The ...
... called histories , but which are generally valuable and in- teresting precisely by that in them which is not really historic . Is he a naturalist ? He has taken to natural history in later life ; but his two pleasant volumes on " The ...
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Side 158 - O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
Side 47 - I have nourished and brought up children, and they have rebelled against me. The ox knoweth his owner, and the ass his master's crib : but Israel doth not know, my people doth not consider.
Side 342 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Side 342 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!
Side 47 - Yea, the stork in the heaven knoweth her appointed times; and the turtle and the crane and the swallow observe the time of their coming; but my people know not the judgment of the Lord.
Side 314 - Ben Battle was a soldier bold, And used to war's alarms; But a cannon-ball took off his legs, So he laid down his arms ! Now as they bore him off the field, Said he, "Let others shoot, For here I leave my second leg, And the Forty-second Foot!
Side 475 - So let all thine enemies perish, 0 LORD : but let them that love him be as the sun when he goeth forth in his might.
Side 342 - Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! Be through my lips to unawakened earth The trumpet of a prophecy ! O, Wind, If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?
Side 337 - The One remains, the many change and pass; Heaven's light forever shines, Earth's shadows fly; Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass, Stains the white radiance of Eternity, Until Death tramples it to fragments.
Side 188 - Thy voice is heard thro' rolling drums, That beat to battle where he stands ; Thy face across his fancy comes, And gives the battle to his hands : A moment, while the trumpets blow, He sees his brood about thy knee ; The next, like fire he meets the foe, And strikes him dead for thine and thee. So Lilia sang : we thought her halfpossess'd, She struck such warbling fury thro...