The Midland magazine and monthly review, ed. by J.J. Britton & J.N. Smith. [Continued as] The Midland-metropolitan magazine. Vol.1, no.1 - vol.2 [no.1. Vol.2, no.1 wants all before p.9]. |
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Página 24
... close - nipped pasture land ; between the giant pillars of the forest , between the smoke scathed walls of the city , and between the high fern - clad boughs and bronzed hedges of this fair land , the one rosy and fresh from his ...
... close - nipped pasture land ; between the giant pillars of the forest , between the smoke scathed walls of the city , and between the high fern - clad boughs and bronzed hedges of this fair land , the one rosy and fresh from his ...
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... close observer , beneath the cold and stony scrolls of his poetry . It is always after this strain that he speaks of the Hun- garian's land . Beautiful it is , all will acknowledge , beautiful , and seemingly cold as chaste . TO THE ...
... close observer , beneath the cold and stony scrolls of his poetry . It is always after this strain that he speaks of the Hun- garian's land . Beautiful it is , all will acknowledge , beautiful , and seemingly cold as chaste . TO THE ...
Página 52
... close . Ilaving then conjured his form so well before me , it is meet that I tell , as simply as may be , his simple tale : for I know it well . For the sake of one in that gay company , he had long neglected the harder and rougher ...
... close . Ilaving then conjured his form so well before me , it is meet that I tell , as simply as may be , his simple tale : for I know it well . For the sake of one in that gay company , he had long neglected the harder and rougher ...
Página 73
... close ashen storm - clouds , the branches bereaved- Like to the poles of a vessel dragg'd home from the gales of the tropics , Or as the staves of the pennons sore hacked in the dearly - sold triumph , Brought by the stout ensigns ...
... close ashen storm - clouds , the branches bereaved- Like to the poles of a vessel dragg'd home from the gales of the tropics , Or as the staves of the pennons sore hacked in the dearly - sold triumph , Brought by the stout ensigns ...
Página 84
... close and fœtid as a city cemetery ; as if the earth had not another acre to spare , and man must be content to occupy as little surface as possible , to leave more room to grow food to feed him . Human beings are stalled in these ...
... close and fœtid as a city cemetery ; as if the earth had not another acre to spare , and man must be content to occupy as little surface as possible , to leave more room to grow food to feed him . Human beings are stalled in these ...
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Página 167 - He that can apprehend and consider vice with all her baits and seeming pleasures, and yet abstain, and yet distinguish, and yet prefer that which is truly better, he is the true warfaring Christian.
Página 76 - Love thyself last ; cherish those hearts that hate thee : Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's and truth's; then, if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Página 27 - Look on this spot — a nation's sepulchre ! Abode of gods, whose shrines no longer burn. Even gods must yield — religions take their turn : 'Twas Jove's — 'tis Mahomet's — and other creeds Will rise with other years, till man shall learn Vainly his incense soars, his victim bleeds; Poor child of Doubt and Death, whose hope is built on reeds.
Página 66 - You meaner beauties of the night, That poorly satisfy our eyes More by your number than your light ; You common people of the skies ; What are you when the moon shall rise?
Página 76 - And, pr'ythee, lead me in : There take an inventory of all I have, To the last penny ; 'tis the king's : my robe, And my integrity to Heaven, is all I dare now call my own.
Página 66 - You violets that first appear, By your pure purple mantles known Like the proud virgins of the year, As if the spring were all your own ; What are you when the rose is blown ? So, when my mistress shall be seen In form and beauty of her mind, By virtue first, then choice, a Queen, Tell me, if she were not design'd Th...
Página 102 - The path of duty was the way to glory: He, that ever following her commands, On with toil of heart and knees and hands, Thro...
Página 181 - Keep not standing fixed and rooted, Briskly venture, briskly roam ; Head and hand, where'er thou foot it, And stout heart are still at home. " In what land the sun does visit, Brisk are we, whate'er betide : To give space for wandering is it That the world was made so wide.
Página 245 - Give me the liberty to know, to utter, and to argue freely according to conscience, above all liberties.