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... anxiously moulding himself into the object of men's most engrossing and
vehement love or aversion, — identifying his own existence with all their
strongest and pro- foundest passions,— claiming kindred with them, not in their
virtues alone, ...
... anxiously moulding himself into the object of men's most engrossing and
vehement love or aversion, — identifying his own existence with all their
strongest and pro- foundest passions,— claiming kindred with them, not in their
virtues alone, ...
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... and will not bring conviction to a mind that has received its first impressions
from the plausible but delusive representations of Hume. It is with great
satisfaction, therefore, that we recommend the work before us to all who doubt
the existence, ...
... and will not bring conviction to a mind that has received its first impressions
from the plausible but delusive representations of Hume. It is with great
satisfaction, therefore, that we recommend the work before us to all who doubt
the existence, ...
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In truth, this is the way in which every man carries on his private affairs ; and it is
precisely the principle on which all communities depend for their existence. The
power of the majority to bind the whole rests upon no other foundation. Does any
...
In truth, this is the way in which every man carries on his private affairs ; and it is
precisely the principle on which all communities depend for their existence. The
power of the majority to bind the whole rests upon no other foundation. Does any
...
Página 215
The names of Jenkinsonian and Addingtonian, are hardly more barbarous and
uncouth, than the nature of such beings would be ridiculous^ if they could be
figured to have a real existence. 1818. Bishop Watson's Memoirs. 215.
The names of Jenkinsonian and Addingtonian, are hardly more barbarous and
uncouth, than the nature of such beings would be ridiculous^ if they could be
figured to have a real existence. 1818. Bishop Watson's Memoirs. 215.
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... truly Civic Crown, which far outshines the laurels of conquest, or the coronals
of power — and can only be outshone itself by those wreaths of imperishable
glory which await the champions of Faith and Charity in a higher state of
existence.
... truly Civic Crown, which far outshines the laurels of conquest, or the coronals
of power — and can only be outshone itself by those wreaths of imperishable
glory which await the champions of Faith and Charity in a higher state of
existence.
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Página 116 - And I have loved thee, Ocean! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward: from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight; and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Página 101 - The moon is up, and yet it is not night; Sunset divides the sky with her; a sea Of glory streams along the Alpine height Of blue Friuli's mountains; Heaven is free From clouds, but of all colours seems to be, — Melted to one vast Iris of the West, — Where the Day joins the past Eternity, While, on the other hand, meek Dian's crest Floats through the azure air — an island of the blest!
Página 115 - Dark-heaving — boundless, endless and sublime, The image of eternity, the throne Of the Invisible ; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made ; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Página 107 - And mounts in spray the skies, and thence again Returns in an unceasing shower, which round, With its unemptied cloud of gentle rain, Is an eternal April to the ground, Making it all one emerald; — how profound The gulf! and how the giant element From rock to rock leaps with delirious bound, Crushing the cliffs, which, downward worn and rent With his fierce footsteps, yield in chasms a fearful vent...
Página 107 - The roar of waters ! — from the headlong height Velino cleaves the wave-worn precipice ; The fall of waters ! rapid as the light The flashing mass foams shaking the abyss; The hell of waters ! where they howl and hiss, And boil in endless torture ; while the sweat Of their great agony, wrung out from this Their Phlegethon, curls round the rocks of jet That gird the gulf around, in pitiless horror set, LXX.
Página 194 - Party is a body of men united, for promoting by their joint endeavours the national interest, upon some particular principle in which they are all agreed.
Página 115 - The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown. His steps are not upon thy paths, — thy fields Are not a spoil for him...
Página 114 - It will not bear the brightness of the day, Which streams too much on all years, man, have reft away.
Página 116 - Ye ! who have traced the Pilgrim to the scene Which is his last, if in your memories dwell A thought which once was his, if on ye swell...
Página 109 - Scipios' tomb contains no ashes now; The very sepulchres lie tenantless Of their heroic dwellers: dost thou flow, Old Tiber! through a marble wilderness? Rise, with thy yellow waves, and mantle her distress.
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| Título | THE EDINBURGH REVIEW OF CRITICAL JOURNAL |
| Autor | DAVID WILLISON |
| Publicado en | 1818 |
| Procedencia del original | Universidad de Oxford |
| Digitalizado | 9 Ago 2007 |
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