The Iris, Or Literary Messenger, Volume 1The proprietors, 1841 |
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... truth : -ay , and metaphysicians too , who have reasoned till they have exhausted the founts of feeling , and presented nothing but intellect , drier than their metaphysical subtleties . They dream of a pure spirit and a spiritual world ...
... truth : -ay , and metaphysicians too , who have reasoned till they have exhausted the founts of feeling , and presented nothing but intellect , drier than their metaphysical subtleties . They dream of a pure spirit and a spiritual world ...
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... truth - the reality of things - truth in that simplicity and majesty that pleases the mind - truth in that freshness and beauty that delights the heart . Let us illustrate . What is a word but an embodied idea — a state of mind - the ...
... truth - the reality of things - truth in that simplicity and majesty that pleases the mind - truth in that freshness and beauty that delights the heart . Let us illustrate . What is a word but an embodied idea — a state of mind - the ...
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... truth , when the fell engine of destruction entered . They meet - they fall . Oh , horrible ! they roll down together - ' twas death to the monk . Soon a strife occurred as to which had done the deed . The doctor , on the one hand ...
... truth , when the fell engine of destruction entered . They meet - they fall . Oh , horrible ! they roll down together - ' twas death to the monk . Soon a strife occurred as to which had done the deed . The doctor , on the one hand ...
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... truth of many pas- sages came home resistlessly . I found there a satiety like my own— a grasping at the unseen and changeless , which attracted sympathy . When I thought of the restless ambition that had mocked itself , and ...
... truth of many pas- sages came home resistlessly . I found there a satiety like my own— a grasping at the unseen and changeless , which attracted sympathy . When I thought of the restless ambition that had mocked itself , and ...
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... truth , it is a noble sight , To view from where I stand- The lofty mount , the stretching plain , Each hill and valley low ; The rivers reaching to the main , And murm'ring as they go . " What stream is this ? Its rolling tide Outvies ...
... truth , it is a noble sight , To view from where I stand- The lofty mount , the stretching plain , Each hill and valley low ; The rivers reaching to the main , And murm'ring as they go . " What stream is this ? Its rolling tide Outvies ...
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Página 18 - For we know that if our earthly house of this tabernacle were dissolved, we have a building of GOD, an house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens. For in this we groan, earnestly desiring to be clothed upon with our house which is from heaven : if so be that being clothed we shall not be found naked.
Página 38 - Wherefore I praised the dead which are already dead more than the living which are yet alive. Yea, better is he than both they, which hath not yet been, who hath not seen the evil work that is done under the sun.
Página 207 - And purple all the ground with vernal flowers. Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freaked with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears; Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffadillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.
Página 357 - I shall detain you now no longer in the demonstration of what we should not do, but straight conduct you to a hillside, where I will point you out the right path of a virtuous and noble education ; laborious, indeed, at the first ascent, but else so smooth, so green, so full of goodly prospect, and melodious sounds on every side, that the harp of Orpheus was not more charming.
Página 506 - To live within himself; she was his life, The ocean to the river of his thoughts, Which terminated all: upon a tone, A touch of hers, his blood would ebb and flow, And his cheek change tempestuously— his heart Unknowing of its cause of agony.
Página 18 - For we that are in this tabernacle do groan, being burdened: not for that we would be unclothed, but clothed upon, that mortality might be swallowed up of life.
Página 171 - Italia! oh Italia! thou who hast The fatal gift of beauty, which became A funeral dower of present woes and past, On thy sweet brow is sorrow plough'd by shame, And annals graved in characters of flame. Oh, God! that thou wert in thy nakedness Less lovely or more powerful, and couldst claim Thy right, and awe the robbers back, who press To shed thy blood, and drink the tears of thy distress...
Página 150 - The poor inhabitant below Was quick to learn and wise to know, And keenly felt the friendly glow, And softer flame ; But thoughtless follies laid him low, And stain'd his name ! Reader, attend ! whether thy soul Soars fancy's flights beyond the pole, Or darkling grubs this earthly hole, In low pursuit ; Know, prudent, cautious, self-control Is wisdom's root.
Página 566 - Sweet Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die.
Página 198 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing...