The Oriental herald and colonial review [ed. by J.S. Buckingham]., Volumen 6

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James Silk Buckingham
1825
 

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Página 8 - Pour'd through the mellow horn her pensive soul: And dashing soft from rocks around Bubbling runnels jtiin'd the sound ; Through glades and glooms the mingled measure stole, Or, o'er some haunted stream, with fond delay, Round an holy calm diffusing, Love of peace, and lonely musing, In hollow murmurs died away.
Página 105 - Leaders of the people by their counsels, and by their knowledge of learning meet for the people, wise and eloquent in their instructions...
Página 78 - The pilgrim exile — sainted name! The hill, whose icy brow Rejoiced, when he came, in the morning's flame, In the morning's flame burns now. And the moon's cold light as it lay that night On the hillside and the sea Still lies where he laid his houseless head; — But the pilgrim — where is he?
Página 34 - This was the noblest Roman of them all: All the conspirators save only he Did that they did in envy of great Caesar; He only, in a general honest thought And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle, and the elements So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, 'This was a man!
Página 453 - t; I have use for it. Go, leave me. — (Exit Emilia). I will in Cassio's lodging lose this napkin, And let him find it. Trifles, light as air, Are to the jealous confirmations strong As proofs of Holy Writ.
Página 78 - Go, stand on the hill where they lie. The earliest ray of the golden day On that hallowed spot is cast ; And the evening sun, as he leaves the world, Looks kindly on that spot last. The pilgrim spirit has not fled : It walks in noon's broad light ; And it watches the bed of the glorious dead, With the holy stars, by night. It watches the bed of the brave who have bled, And shall guard this ice-bound shore, Till the waves of the bay, where the May-Flower lay, Shall foam and freeze no more.
Página 78 - THE Pilgrim Fathers, where are they! The waves that brought them o'er Still roll in the bay, and throw their spray, As they break along the shore — Still roll in the bay as they rolled that day When the Mayflower moored below, When the sea around was black with storms, And white the shore with snow. The mists that wrapped the pilgrim's sleep Still brood upon the tide ; And his rocks yet keep their watch by the deep, To stay its waves of pride : But the snow-white sail that he gave to the gale When...
Página 106 - They have no lawyers among them, for they consider them as a sort of people whose profession it is to disguise matters, as well as to wrest laws ; and therefore they think it is much better that every man should plead his own cause, and trust it to the judge, as well as in other places the client does it to a counsellor.
Página 452 - ... first emperors of Rome had any notion of, I imagine we are now arrived at that period which answers to fifteen. I cannot think we are older, when I recollect the many palpable follies which are still (almost) universally persisted in : I place that of war as senseless as the boxing of school-boys, and whenever we come to man's estate (perhaps a thousand years hence) I do not doubt it will appear as ridiculous as the pranks of unlucky lads.
Página 551 - Others apart sat on a hill retir'd, In thoughts more elevate, and reason'd high Of providence, foreknowledge, will, and fate; Fix'd fate, free will, foreknowledge absolute, And found no end, in wandering mazes lost.

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