MacMillan's Magazine, Bind 2Sir George Grove, David Masson, John Morley, Mowbray Morris 1860 |
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Side 1
... present . Whether our topmost men are equal in stature to the giants of some former generations , and whether the passing age is depositing on the shelf of our rare national classics mas- terpieces of matter and of form worthy to rank ...
... present . Whether our topmost men are equal in stature to the giants of some former generations , and whether the passing age is depositing on the shelf of our rare national classics mas- terpieces of matter and of form worthy to rank ...
Side 2
... present era of British literature , counting from the year 1789 , is as rich , as brilliant with lustrous names , as any since the Elizabethan era and its continuation , from 1580 to 1660 ; nay , if we strike out from the Elizabe- than ...
... present era of British literature , counting from the year 1789 , is as rich , as brilliant with lustrous names , as any since the Elizabethan era and its continuation , from 1580 to 1660 ; nay , if we strike out from the Elizabe- than ...
Side 7
... present by scores of hopeful writers injuring themselves by luxury in com- monplace . The freshly - evolved thought of the world , the wealth of new bud and blossom which the mind of humanity is ever putting forth - this , and not the ...
... present by scores of hopeful writers injuring themselves by luxury in com- monplace . The freshly - evolved thought of the world , the wealth of new bud and blossom which the mind of humanity is ever putting forth - this , and not the ...
Side 11
... present fact and present aspiration , which would make it fully a truth . No harm , in such a case , in indicating the predicament in which it stands by quotation - marks ; no harm if by such a device it is meant even to ex- press more ...
... present fact and present aspiration , which would make it fully a truth . No harm , in such a case , in indicating the predicament in which it stands by quotation - marks ; no harm if by such a device it is meant even to ex- press more ...
Side 13
... present the sole competent use of pen or of voice seems to be in a splenetic service of small sarcasm , shall receive a noble rouse for the service of the collective need . Meanwhile , in these yet clear heavens , and ere the hurricane ...
... present the sole competent use of pen or of voice seems to be in a splenetic service of small sarcasm , shall receive a noble rouse for the service of the collective need . Meanwhile , in these yet clear heavens , and ere the hurricane ...
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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...