MacMillan's Magazine, Bind 2Sir George Grove, David Masson, John Morley, Mowbray Morris 1860 |
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Side 5
... force " of art can work pleasingly into Iambic verse , we , the British nation , con- sidering the peculiarity of the case , " and the public benefits likely to " accrue from a steady contemplation of " the said object , do enact and ...
... force " of art can work pleasingly into Iambic verse , we , the British nation , con- sidering the peculiarity of the case , " and the public benefits likely to " accrue from a steady contemplation of " the said object , do enact and ...
Side 12
... force of wing . I believe that this defect may be observed very exten- sively in our current literature , appear- ing in a double form . In the first place , it may be seen affecting the personal lite- rary practice of many men of ...
... force of wing . I believe that this defect may be observed very exten- sively in our current literature , appear- ing in a double form . In the first place , it may be seen affecting the personal lite- rary practice of many men of ...
Side 31
... force taken hold upon by the oar in a conscious hand , to be wrestled with at least for exercise - what refreshment , what exul- tation at your measureless might , your endless outgoings , your inexhaustible sources , O ye abundant and ...
... force taken hold upon by the oar in a conscious hand , to be wrestled with at least for exercise - what refreshment , what exul- tation at your measureless might , your endless outgoings , your inexhaustible sources , O ye abundant and ...
Side 48
... force . " In his views on the subject of female education , much will be found that is suggestive and beautiful . But the main point still remains - if woman is a religion , how is she to have one ? " She must have a faith , " we are ...
... force . " In his views on the subject of female education , much will be found that is suggestive and beautiful . But the main point still remains - if woman is a religion , how is she to have one ? " She must have a faith , " we are ...
Side 51
... force of " Thou shalt " by the restraining doubt " Will it pay ? " Michelet has at least the merit of attempting a ... forces and lawless lusts , -the Krishna of the sixteen thousand gopis is the same , through whose flaming jaws Arjuna ...
... force of " Thou shalt " by the restraining doubt " Will it pay ? " Michelet has at least the merit of attempting a ... forces and lawless lusts , -the Krishna of the sixteen thousand gopis is the same , through whose flaming jaws Arjuna ...
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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...