The American Literary Magazine, Tomy 1-2J. G. Wells, 1848 |
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... political education , our citizens are schooled in the wiles of party , and in the place of broad views of Republican Government , get narrow glimpses of particular features . The Shibboleth of a political sect is a word at which ...
... political education , our citizens are schooled in the wiles of party , and in the place of broad views of Republican Government , get narrow glimpses of particular features . The Shibboleth of a political sect is a word at which ...
Strona 50
... political leaders " keep themselves before the people , " and with the most supple elasticity of principle , conform to every phase of opinion and pander to every caprice of popular lust . The bed of Procrustes would be of no ...
... political leaders " keep themselves before the people , " and with the most supple elasticity of principle , conform to every phase of opinion and pander to every caprice of popular lust . The bed of Procrustes would be of no ...
Strona 51
... political condition of our country , and there remains another standard by which to measure it - that of mind . This is above all others the true gauge of national greatness . Broad lands and boundless trea- sures are elements of a ...
... political condition of our country , and there remains another standard by which to measure it - that of mind . This is above all others the true gauge of national greatness . Broad lands and boundless trea- sures are elements of a ...
Strona 52
... political institutions must , therefore , have a connection with our literature , and a proportion- ate influence upon it . What is this influence ? It nurses freedom of thought . Bnt the mind cannot be enslaved ; it will make itself ...
... political institutions must , therefore , have a connection with our literature , and a proportion- ate influence upon it . What is this influence ? It nurses freedom of thought . Bnt the mind cannot be enslaved ; it will make itself ...
Strona 80
... political charlatanry is made to vail its face in presence of the earnestness of despair ; our shores are thronged with thousands of fugitives from the famine , and those not the lowest of the peasantry , but such as have funds and ...
... political charlatanry is made to vail its face in presence of the earnestness of despair ; our shores are thronged with thousands of fugitives from the famine , and those not the lowest of the peasantry , but such as have funds and ...
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