MacMillan's Magazine, Bind 2Sir George Grove, David Masson, John Morley, Mowbray Morris 1860 |
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Side 5
... true literature , as far as the eye can reach . And what is the Trite ? is a minor variety of what is known as Cant . By Cant is meant the repetition , It without real belief , of sentiments which it is thought Three Vices of Current ...
... true literature , as far as the eye can reach . And what is the Trite ? is a minor variety of what is known as Cant . By Cant is meant the repetition , It without real belief , of sentiments which it is thought Three Vices of Current ...
Side 6
... true Cant . Since Johnson's time . there has been no lack of denunciation of this vice . But the Trite , as less immoral , or as not immoral at all , has- with the exception , as far as we recollect , of one onslaught by Swift - escaped ...
... true Cant . Since Johnson's time . there has been no lack of denunciation of this vice . But the Trite , as less immoral , or as not immoral at all , has- with the exception , as far as we recollect , of one onslaught by Swift - escaped ...
Side 9
... true intellectual action in it ; when , time after time , one receives even periodicals of high repute , and , turning over their pages , finds half their articles of a kind the non - existence of which would have left the world not one ...
... true intellectual action in it ; when , time after time , one receives even periodicals of high repute , and , turning over their pages , finds half their articles of a kind the non - existence of which would have left the world not one ...
Side 12
... true from the beginning of time , and will be true to the end , that the precise measure of the total intellectual worth of any man , or of any age , is the measure of the specu- lative energy lodged in him , or in it . Take our ...
... true from the beginning of time , and will be true to the end , that the precise measure of the total intellectual worth of any man , or of any age , is the measure of the specu- lative energy lodged in him , or in it . Take our ...
Side 14
... true phi- losophy of healing involves a careful diagnosis of the disease . In this case the disease is , fundamentally , idleness ; the cure is industry . The idleness is in a certain sense artificial ; the industry must be artificial ...
... true phi- losophy of healing involves a careful diagnosis of the disease . In this case the disease is , fundamentally , idleness ; the cure is industry . The idleness is in a certain sense artificial ; the industry must be artificial ...
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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...