The Dublin University Magazine: A Literary and Political Journal, Bind 88W. Curry, jun., and Company, 1876 |
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... cause certain death . In lay- ing thus open the many plague- spots of disease , we but analyze the play as it has come to us direct from Shakspeare , we do not attempt to garnish the flower - beds of his thoughts with " compost . " The ...
... cause certain death . In lay- ing thus open the many plague- spots of disease , we but analyze the play as it has come to us direct from Shakspeare , we do not attempt to garnish the flower - beds of his thoughts with " compost . " The ...
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... cause certain death . In lay- ing thus open the many plague- spots of disease , we but analyze the play as it has come to us direct from Shakspeare , we do not attempt to garnish the flower - beds of his thoughts with " compost . " The ...
... cause certain death . In lay- ing thus open the many plague- spots of disease , we but analyze the play as it has come to us direct from Shakspeare , we do not attempt to garnish the flower - beds of his thoughts with " compost . " The ...
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... cause to win : On Monday , Tuesday , Wednesday , her fare Its narrow range Would never change , Consisting totally of praise and prayer ; On Thursday night A banquet slight Of stalest bread and beans the Saint partook of ; To quench her ...
... cause to win : On Monday , Tuesday , Wednesday , her fare Its narrow range Would never change , Consisting totally of praise and prayer ; On Thursday night A banquet slight Of stalest bread and beans the Saint partook of ; To quench her ...
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... cause de l'INCREDULITÉ des hommes ; " Which candid statement proves such wonders owe Much to the kind of soil on which they grow . ' Tis certain , tho ' Munchausen's self should weave them , All tales are true - to those who can believe ...
... cause de l'INCREDULITÉ des hommes ; " Which candid statement proves such wonders owe Much to the kind of soil on which they grow . ' Tis certain , tho ' Munchausen's self should weave them , All tales are true - to those who can believe ...
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... cause he does not feel called upon to commit himself to specific de- tails just now . He does , however , unhesitatingly condemn the system of holding out prizes in the shape of fellowships , scholarships , and ex- hibitions as ...
... cause he does not feel called upon to commit himself to specific de- tails just now . He does , however , unhesitatingly condemn the system of holding out prizes in the shape of fellowships , scholarships , and ex- hibitions as ...
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Side 314 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his droop'd head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won.
Side 660 - Thus Satan, talking to his nearest mate, With head up-lift above the wave, and eyes That sparkling blazed ; his other parts besides Prone on the flood, extended long and large, Lay floating many a rood...
Side 275 - Unto the church of God which is at Corinth, to them that are sanctified in Christ Jesus, called to be saints, with all that in every place call upon the name of Jesus Christ our Lord, both theirs and ours: 3 Grace be unto you, and peace from God our Father, and from the Lord Jesus Christ.
Side 517 - Stuarts' throne; The bigots of the iron time Had called his harmless art a crime. A wandering Harper, scorned and poor, He begged his bread from door to door, And tuned, to please a peasant's ear, The harp a king had loved to hear.
Side 89 - My words fly up, my thoughts remain below : Words, without thoughts, never to heaven go.
Side 90 - Alas! poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?
Side 89 - Pray can I not, Though inclination be as sharp as will: My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent; And, like a man to double business bound, I stand in pause where I shall first begin, And both neglect. What if this cursed hand Were thicker than itself with brother's blood, Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens To wash it white as snow? Whereto serves mercy But to confront the visage of offence?
Side 682 - Wild is thy lay and loud, Far in the downy cloud, Love gives it energy, love gave it birth. Where, on thy dewy wing, Where art thou journeying ? Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth.
Side 519 - Sae true his heart, sae smooth his speech, His breath like caller air; His very foot has music in't As he comes up the stair. And will I see his face again? And will I hear him speak? I'm downright dizzy wi' the thought, In troth I'm like to greet!
Side 89 - In the corrupted currents of this world Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice, And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself Buys out the law; but 'tis not so above; There is no shuffling, there the action lies In his true nature, and we ourselves compell'd Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults To give in evidence.