The New-York Review, Volume 2Caleb Sprague Henry, Joseph Green Cogswell George Dearborn & Company, 1838 - American periodicals |
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... honoured , before allegiance to country ; while independ- ence of individual opinion and feeling is crushed under the ruthless car of popular passion and prejudice . Is there no- thing in such a state of things to excite alarm ? Is it ...
... honoured , before allegiance to country ; while independ- ence of individual opinion and feeling is crushed under the ruthless car of popular passion and prejudice . Is there no- thing in such a state of things to excite alarm ? Is it ...
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... honour mighty poets , and seek out with religious veneration the traces of their earthly pilgrimage . While upon my way , and not far distant from that consecrated dwelling , I espied a being , in whose furrowed features I discovered ...
... honour mighty poets , and seek out with religious veneration the traces of their earthly pilgrimage . While upon my way , and not far distant from that consecrated dwelling , I espied a being , in whose furrowed features I discovered ...
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... honour its products as instruments of culti- vation , and to study them with any thing like a corresponding interest , are really imbued with more than common kindness and liberality of feeling . Now , we cannot think Coleridge's ...
... honour its products as instruments of culti- vation , and to study them with any thing like a corresponding interest , are really imbued with more than common kindness and liberality of feeling . Now , we cannot think Coleridge's ...
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... honour which he would fain acquire for his works - he is the wanton destroyer of his own poetic fame . It is true , that we cannot expect by what we have now said , to satisfy those who demand of the poet , as a responsible being , that ...
... honour which he would fain acquire for his works - he is the wanton destroyer of his own poetic fame . It is true , that we cannot expect by what we have now said , to satisfy those who demand of the poet , as a responsible being , that ...
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... honour - these are the handsome hypocrisies that spring from the desire of distinction . I ask not the genius of a Machiavel , a Tacitus , or a Swift ; -it needs only a worldly expe- rience and an observing mind , to convince a man of ...
... honour - these are the handsome hypocrisies that spring from the desire of distinction . I ask not the genius of a Machiavel , a Tacitus , or a Swift ; -it needs only a worldly expe- rience and an observing mind , to convince a man of ...
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Page 418 - For to me to live is Christ, and to die is gain. But if I live in the flesh, this is the fruit of my labour: yet what I shall choose I wot not. For I am in a strait betwixt two, having a desire to depart, and to be with Christ ; which is far better : nevertheless to abide in the flesh is more needful for you.
Page 221 - But, fare you weel, auld Nickie-ben ! O wad ye tak a thought an' men' ! Ye aiblins might — I dinna ken — Still hae a stake — I'm wae to think upo' yon den, Ev'n for your sake ! THE DEATH AND DYING WORDS OF POOR MAILIE,
Page 120 - Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. " Sweet rose, whose hue angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die.
Page 241 - Who then is Paul, and who is Apollos, but ministers by whom ye believed, even as the Lord gave to every man? I have planted, Apollos watered ; but God gave the increase. So then neither is he that planteth any thing, neither he that watereth ; but God that giveth the increase.
Page 111 - I am crucified with Christ: nevertheless I live ; yet not I, but Christ liveth in me : and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by the faith of the Son of God, who loved me, and gave himself for me. 21 I do not frustrate the grace of God : for if righteousness come by the law, then Christ is dead in vain.
Page 121 - The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My Music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber, never gives ; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then chiefly lives.
Page 272 - Let no man deceive you by any means, for that day shall not come, except there come a falling away first, and that man of sin be revealed, the son of perdition : who opposeth and exalteth himself above all that is called God, or that is worshipped; so that he as God sitteth in the temple of God, shewing himself
Page 64 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Page 122 - The indorsement of supreme delight, Writ by a Friend, and with His blood ; The couch of time ; care's balm and bay ; The week were dark, but for thy light ; Thy torch doth show the way.
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