The Fraserian Papers of the Late William Maginn, LL. D.: Annotated, with a Life of the Author

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Redfield, 1857 - 358 páginas

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Página 244 - That liberal shepherds give a grosser name, But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them : There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke ; When down her weedy trophies and herself Fell in the weeping brook.
Página 17 - He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day for melting charity...
Página 78 - Who, too deep for his hearers, still went on refining, And thought of convincing, while they thought of dining...
Página 38 - Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Página 47 - Hereditary bondsmen ! know ye not Who would be free themselves must strike the blow?
Página 133 - No spring, nor summer beauty hath such grace, As I have seen in one autumnal face.
Página 120 - See dying vegetables life sustain, See life dissolving vegetate again: All forms that perish other forms supply; (By turns we catch the vital breath, and die) Like bubbles on the sea of Matter borne, They rise, they break, and to that sea return.
Página 17 - Time but th' impression deeper makes, As streams their channels deeper wear. My Mary, dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?
Página 302 - I blow with a trumpet, I and all that are with me, then blow ye the trumpets also on every side of all the camp, and say, The sword of the LORD, and of Gideon.
Página lvii - But should there be to whom the fatal blight Of failing Wisdom yields a base delight, Men who exult when minds of heavenly tone Jar in the music which was born their own, Still let them pause — ah ! little do they know That what to them seem'd Vice might be but Woe.

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