The Yale Literary Magazine, 6. kötetYale Literary Society, 1841 |
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18. oldal
... reasons , and in such a manner , would we investigate not Shakspeare's noblest character , not the unearthly form of of his wild imaginings ; but one in which he treats of life , wan- ders amid the busy hum of men , and becomes a ...
... reasons , and in such a manner , would we investigate not Shakspeare's noblest character , not the unearthly form of of his wild imaginings ; but one in which he treats of life , wan- ders amid the busy hum of men , and becomes a ...
19. oldal
... reason , and shows the for- mer but a pretext with which to soothe an half - seared conscience ; " But more for that in low simplicity , He lends out money gratis , and brings down The rate of usance her with us in Venice . " He could ...
... reason , and shows the for- mer but a pretext with which to soothe an half - seared conscience ; " But more for that in low simplicity , He lends out money gratis , and brings down The rate of usance her with us in Venice . " He could ...
27. oldal
... reason that I never had realized ( and never did till a late hour , ) that I was studying for actual service to myself . I may have been wrong , but I had no relish for any of the out- ward marks of attachment ; hence I never had ...
... reason that I never had realized ( and never did till a late hour , ) that I was studying for actual service to myself . I may have been wrong , but I had no relish for any of the out- ward marks of attachment ; hence I never had ...
30. oldal
... reason , or few can estimate their pernicious , fatal influences upon the first buddings of education . Indeed , I am thoroughly convinced , from years of intercourse , that if tutors would but throw aside their accursed show of dig ...
... reason , or few can estimate their pernicious , fatal influences upon the first buddings of education . Indeed , I am thoroughly convinced , from years of intercourse , that if tutors would but throw aside their accursed show of dig ...
32. oldal
... reason upon conceptions and fancies . I used to observe them from my humble seat , gazing with a fixedness of attention upon the venerable Dr. F- , in his famous trinity argument , till finally the brute preponderated , and sinking into ...
... reason upon conceptions and fancies . I used to observe them from my humble seat , gazing with a fixedness of attention upon the venerable Dr. F- , in his famous trinity argument , till finally the brute preponderated , and sinking into ...
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356. oldal - THE BODY of BENJAMIN FRANKLIN, Printer, (like the cover of an old book, its contents torn out, and stript of its lettering and gilding) lies here food for worms ; yet the work itself shall not be lost, for it will (as he believed) appear once more in a new and more beautiful edition, corrected and amended by THE AUTHOR.
172. oldal - So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear, Farewell remorse : all good to me is lost ; Evil, be thou my good : by thee at least Divided empire with heaven's King I hold, By thee, and more than half perhaps will reign ; As man ere long and this new world shall know.
172. oldal - Me miserable ! which way shall I fly Infinite wrath, and infinite despair? Which way I fly is Hell; myself am Hell; And, in the lowest deep, a lower deep Still threatening to devour me opens wide, To which the Hell I suffer seems a Heaven.
323. oldal - I cannot eat but little meat, My stomach is not good ; But sure I think, that I can drink With him that wears a hood...
172. oldal - Hail horrors, hail Infernal world, and thou profoundest Hell Receive thy new possessor; one who brings A mind not to be changed by place or time. The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.
49. oldal - Needs must thou prove a name most dear and holy To me, a son, a brother, and a friend, A husband, and a father! who revere All bonds of natural love, and find them all Within the limits of thy rocky shores.
46. oldal - Come back into memory, like as thou wert in the dayspring of thy fancies, with hope like a fiery column before thee — the dark pillar not yet turned — Samuel Taylor Coleridge — Logician, Metaphysician, Bard ! — How have I seen the casual passer through the Cloisters stand still, entranced with admiration (while he weighed the disproportion between the speech and the garb of the young Mirandula) to hear thee unfold, in thy deep and sweet intonations, the mysteries of...
340. oldal - The ancient prince of hell Hath risen with purpose fell ; Strong mail of craft and power He weareth in this hour, On earth is not his fellow.
294. oldal - O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day ; Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away ! Re-enter PANTHINO.
139. oldal - CALL it not vain ¡—they do not err, Who say, that when the Poet dies, Mute Nature mourns her worshipper, And celebrates his obsequies : Who say, tall cliff, and cavern lone, For the departed Bard make moan ; That mountains weep in crystal rill ; That flowers in tears of balm distil ; Through his loved groves that breezes sigh, And oaks, in deeper groan, reply; And rivers teach their rushing wave To murmur dirges round his grave.