Fraser's Magazine for Town and Country, 10±ÇJames Fraser, 1834 |
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... meet on equal terms , and then they will love our cheerfulness , they will be flattered by our attentions , they will attain at an easy rate the experience which has cost more softest - eyed of all thy squaws mingle for thee on this ...
... meet on equal terms , and then they will love our cheerfulness , they will be flattered by our attentions , they will attain at an easy rate the experience which has cost more softest - eyed of all thy squaws mingle for thee on this ...
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... meet her ; but instead of finding the rough , well- clad , comfortable mamma , which it left an hour , or a few hours ago , it meets a poor naked shriveling , a most deplorable- looking creature . It wheels about , and uttering a loud ...
... meet her ; but instead of finding the rough , well- clad , comfortable mamma , which it left an hour , or a few hours ago , it meets a poor naked shriveling , a most deplorable- looking creature . It wheels about , and uttering a loud ...
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... MEET THE PUBLIC EYE UNTIL I TOO AM NO MORE : BUT WHEN THAT DAY SHALL COME WHEN THE PASTOR OF THIS NOR OBSCURE UPLAND SHALL , IN A GOOD OLD AGE , BE LAID IN THE EARTH — WHEN NEITHER PRIDE OF BIRTH HUMAN APPLAUSE CAN MOVE THE COLD EAR OF ...
... MEET THE PUBLIC EYE UNTIL I TOO AM NO MORE : BUT WHEN THAT DAY SHALL COME WHEN THE PASTOR OF THIS NOR OBSCURE UPLAND SHALL , IN A GOOD OLD AGE , BE LAID IN THE EARTH — WHEN NEITHER PRIDE OF BIRTH HUMAN APPLAUSE CAN MOVE THE COLD EAR OF ...
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... meet any of the churchwardens or leading men of the adjoining parishes , with whom we have hitherto always been on friendly terms . So , unless we can manage to get rid of our new parish - officers , nobody can guess how things will end ...
... meet any of the churchwardens or leading men of the adjoining parishes , with whom we have hitherto always been on friendly terms . So , unless we can manage to get rid of our new parish - officers , nobody can guess how things will end ...
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... Meets every where with treatment most uncivil ; And now must horns , and claws , and tail , and hoof From an enlightened age be kept aloof : As for the horse's foot , once of such notoriety , It would now bar me quite from good society ...
... Meets every where with treatment most uncivil ; And now must horns , and claws , and tail , and hoof From an enlightened age be kept aloof : As for the horse's foot , once of such notoriety , It would now bar me quite from good society ...
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87 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... So has it been from the beginning, so will it be to the end. Generation after generation takes to itself the Form of a Body ; and forth-issuing from Cimmerian Night, on Heaven's mission APPEARS. What Force and Fire is in each he expends: one grinding in the mill of Industry; one hunter-like climbing the giddy Alpine heights of Science ; one madly dashed in pieces on the rocks of Strife, in war with his fellow : — and then the Heaven-sent is recalled ; his earthly Vesture falls away, and soon...
208 ÆäÀÌÁö - On, this I ponder Where'er I wander, And thus grow fonder, Sweet Cork, of thee,— With thy bells of Shandon, That sound so grand, on The pleasant waters Of the river Lee.
182 ÆäÀÌÁö - In Being's floods, in Action's storm, I walk and work, above, beneath, Work and weave in endless motion! Birth and Death, An infinite ocean; A seizing and giving The fire of Living: 'Tis thus at the roaring Loom of Time I ply, And weave for God the Garment thou seest Him by.
388 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... nothing — like what he has done. It might seem that the genius of his face as from a height surveyed and projected him (with sufficient capacity and huge aspiration) into the world unknown of thought and imagination, with nothing to support or guide his veering purpose, as if Columbus had launched his adventurous course for the New World in a scallop, without oars or compass.
208 ÆäÀÌÁö - With deep affection And recollection I often think of Those Shandon bells, Whose sounds so wild would In the days of childhood Fling round my cradle Their magic spells. On this I ponder Where'er I wander, And thus grow fonder Sweet Cork, of thee; With thy bells of Shandon, That sound so grand on The pleasant waters Of the river Lee.
590 ÆäÀÌÁö - Good people all, of every sort, Give ear unto my song, And if you find it wondrous short, It cannot hold you long. In Islington there was a man, Of whom the world might say, That still a godly race he ran, Whene'er he went to pray. A kind and gentle heart he had, To comfort friends and foes; The naked every day he clad, When he put on his clothes. And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel...
87 ÆäÀÌÁö - On the hardest adamant some footprint of us is stamped' in ; the last Rear of the host will read traces of the earliest Van. 'But whence? — O Heaven, whither ? Sense knows not; Faith ' knows not ; only that it is through Mystery to Mystery, from ' God and to God. " We are such stuff ' As Dreams are made of, and our little life ' Is rounded with a sleep !"
393 ÆäÀÌÁö - It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
87 ÆäÀÌÁö - Heaven, it is mysterious, it is awful to consider that we not only carry each a future Ghost within him ; but are, in very deed, Ghosts ! These Limbs, whence had we them ; this stormy Force ; this life-blood with its burning Passion ? They are dust and shadow ; a Shadow-system gathered round our ME ; wherein, through some moments or years, the Divine Essence is to be revealed in the Flesh.
86 ÆäÀÌÁö - Thus, were it not miraculous, could I stretch forth my hand and clutch the Sun ? Yet thou seest me daily stretch forth my hand and therewith clutch many a thing, and swing it hither and thither. Art thou a grown baby, then, to fancy that the Miracle lies in miles of distance, or in pounds avoirdupois of weight ; and not to see that the true inexplicable God-revealing Miracle...