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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Strona 15
... called upon me . I told them my story at length , whereat , instead of sympa- thising , they burst forth into a torrent of laughter , even the rich Squire Tibbet's daughter . I own , I felt quite forgetful of the past ; the way the way ...
... called upon me . I told them my story at length , whereat , instead of sympa- thising , they burst forth into a torrent of laughter , even the rich Squire Tibbet's daughter . I own , I felt quite forgetful of the past ; the way the way ...
Strona 36
... called poetry — although for the sake of non - prejudice , we will cull a few flowers and leave them for the discretion of the reader to comment upon as to their colour . We do not differ about the title . The rhythm of the whole poem ...
... called poetry — although for the sake of non - prejudice , we will cull a few flowers and leave them for the discretion of the reader to comment upon as to their colour . We do not differ about the title . The rhythm of the whole poem ...
Strona 42
... called out of nothingness . Such men generally profess to believe in the Bible , and nothing but the Bible ; and yet they believe so fully in the traditionary in- terpretation of certain passages , that no evidence is sufficient to move ...
... called out of nothingness . Such men generally profess to believe in the Bible , and nothing but the Bible ; and yet they believe so fully in the traditionary in- terpretation of certain passages , that no evidence is sufficient to move ...
Strona 68
... called the cause , too , of the mind that makes it . O ! faithless Philosopher this is thy wisdom ! Thou sayest that Chance made thee , when thy mind alone makes Chance . How can we accept so monstrous an absurdity ? If there be no ...
... called the cause , too , of the mind that makes it . O ! faithless Philosopher this is thy wisdom ! Thou sayest that Chance made thee , when thy mind alone makes Chance . How can we accept so monstrous an absurdity ? If there be no ...
Strona 76
... called on to lay down her life to restore him to health and vigour ; even her father and mother , though deep and bitter their grief , are finally overcome by her arguments , and convinced that she is divinely inspired . So strong is ...
... called on to lay down her life to restore him to health and vigour ; even her father and mother , though deep and bitter their grief , are finally overcome by her arguments , and convinced that she is divinely inspired . So strong is ...
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Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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?
Strona 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.
Strona 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...
Strona 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...
Strona 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.
Strona 245 - Give me the liberty to know, to utter, and to argue freely according to conscience, above all liberties.