Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volumul 24W. Blackwood & Sons, 1828 |
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Pagina 8
... land . Hence , too , it is , that as the Gospel supposes all Christians to be members of the Church of Christ , and ... land and Ireland , the Protestant re- formed religion , established by law , and the settlement of the Church of Eng ...
... land . Hence , too , it is , that as the Gospel supposes all Christians to be members of the Church of Christ , and ... land and Ireland , the Protestant re- formed religion , established by law , and the settlement of the Church of Eng ...
Pagina 18
... land of law and justice , would be beyond the enterprise of the hardiest reformer . The true mode of attacking it , must be to attack it by the law itself ; and as in these days of triumphant libe- rality , there is nothing liberal ...
... land of law and justice , would be beyond the enterprise of the hardiest reformer . The true mode of attacking it , must be to attack it by the law itself ; and as in these days of triumphant libe- rality , there is nothing liberal ...
Pagina 19
... land of law and justice , would be beyond the enterprise of the hardiest reformer . The true mode of attacking it , must be to attack it by the law itself ; and as in these days of triumphant libe- rality , there is nothing liberal ...
... land of law and justice , would be beyond the enterprise of the hardiest reformer . The true mode of attacking it , must be to attack it by the law itself ; and as in these days of triumphant libe- rality , there is nothing liberal ...
Pagina 30
... Land of Cakes , The land she loves and its possessors ; She loves its Craniologists , Political Economists , And all Scotch mists and Scotch Professors . 12 . And chiefly she on M'Culloch smiled , As a mother smiles on her darling child ...
... Land of Cakes , The land she loves and its possessors ; She loves its Craniologists , Political Economists , And all Scotch mists and Scotch Professors . 12 . And chiefly she on M'Culloch smiled , As a mother smiles on her darling child ...
Pagina 37
... Land of Cakes , The land she loves and its She loves its Craniologists , Political Economists , possessors ; And all Scotch mists and Scotch Professors . 12 . And chiefly she on M'Culloch smiled , As a mother smiles on her darling child ...
... Land of Cakes , The land she loves and its She loves its Craniologists , Political Economists , possessors ; And all Scotch mists and Scotch Professors . 12 . And chiefly she on M'Culloch smiled , As a mother smiles on her darling child ...
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Pagina 329 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day ? Thou art more lovely and more temperate : Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion...
Pagina 331 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, This bird of dawning singeth all night long : % And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad; The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
Pagina 329 - O, then vouchsafe me but this loving thought: "Had my friend's Muse grown with this growing age, A dearer birth than this his love had brought, To march in ranks of better equipage; But since he died, and poets better prove, Theirs for their style I'll read, his for his love.
Pagina 332 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Pagina 167 - He seems to have been, at least among us, the author of a species of composition that may be denominated local poetry, of which the fundamental subject is some particular landscape, to be poetically described with the addition of such embellishments as may be supplied by historical retrospection or incidental meditation.
Pagina 331 - In the most high and palmy state of Rome, A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets...
Pagina 329 - Though I, once gone, to all the world must die. The earth can yield me but a common grave, When you entombed in men's eyes shall lie. Your monument shall be my gentle verse, Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read, And tongues to be your being shall rehearse When all the breathers of this world are dead. You still shall live — such virtue hath my pen — Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men.
Pagina 239 - ... accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Pagina 329 - Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings; Blank misgivings of a creature Moving about in worlds not realized, High instincts before which our mortal nature Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised...
Pagina 329 - If thou survive my well-contented day, When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover, And shalt by fortune once more re-survey These poor rude lines of thy deceased lover, Compare them with the bettering of the time, And though they be outstripp'd by every pen, Reserve them for my love, not for their rhyme, Exceeded by the height of happier men.