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The Edinburgh Literary Journal: Or, Weekly Register of Criticism ..., Volumen 2
Vista completa - 1829
The Edinburgh Literary Journal: Or, Weekly Register of Criticism ..., Volumen 3
Vista completa - 1830
The Edinburgh Literary Journal: Or, Weekly Register of Criticism ..., Volumen 4
Vista completa - 1830
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Página 229 - The sea ! the sea ! the open sea ! The blue, the fresh, the ever free ! Without a mark, without a bound, It runneth the earth's wide regions round ; It plays with the clouds, it mocks the skies, Or like a cradled creature lies.
Página 327 - Things vulgar, and, well weigh'd, scarce worth the praise ? They praise, and they admire, they know not what, And know not whom, but as one leads the other ; And what delight to be by such extoll'd, To live upon their tongues, and be their talk, Of whom to be dispraised were no small praise ? His lot who dares be singularly good.
Página 107 - If, in our case, the Representative system ultimately fail, popular governments must be pronounced impossible. No combination of circumstances more favorable to the experiment can ever be expected to occur. The last hopes of mankind, therefore, rest with us; and if it should be proclaimed, that our example had become an argument against the experiment, the knell of popular liberty would be sounded throughout the earth.
Página 271 - A THOUSAND miles from land are we, Tossing about on the roaring sea ; From billow to bounding billow cast, Like fleecy snow on the stormy blast : The sails are scattered abroad like weeds ; The strong masts shake, like quivering reeds ; The mighty cables and iron chains, The hull, which all earthly strength disdains, They strain, and they crack ; and hearts like stone Their natural, hard, proud strength disown. Up and down ! up and down ! From the base of the wave to the billow's crown And amidst...
Página 176 - A most miserable, dry, barren place it is, consisting of high rocky mountains, so torn and disordered, as if the earth had here suffered some great convulsion, in which its very bowels had been turned outward.
Página 107 - We are not propagandists. Wherever other systems are preferred, either as being thought better in themselves, or as better suited to existing condition, we leave the preference to be enjoyed. Our history hitherto proves, however, that the popular form is practicable, and that with wisdom and knowledge men may govern themselves ; and the duty incumbent on us is, to preserve the consistency of this cheering example, and take care that nothing may weaken its authority with the world.
Página 236 - FAINTER her slow step falls from day to day, Death's hand is heavy on her darkening brow; Yet doth she fondly cling to earth, and say, " I am content to die. but, oh ! not now ! Not while the blossoms of the joyous spring Make the warm air such luxury to breathe Not while the birds such lays of gladness sing; Not while bright flowers around my footsteps wreathe. Spare me, great God, lift up my drooping brow! I am content to die — but, oh ! not now !
Página 229 - And backwards flew to her billowy breast. Like a bird that seeketh its mother's nest: And a mother she was and is to me For I was born on the open Sea!
Página 264 - And by and by, like heath-bells gilt with dew, There lay her shining eggs as bright as flowers, Ink-spotted over, shells of green and blue; And there I witnessed, in the summer hours, A brood of nature's minstrels chirp and fly, Glad as the sunshine and the laughing sky.