The Monthly Repository, Volume 8Leigh Hunt C. Fox, 1834 |
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... human mind respecting the evils of blending truth with falsehood in the imagination and feelings , in drawing your attention to the evils of pious frauds as urged by Plato , and admitted by Wesley , I would caution you against the error ...
... human mind respecting the evils of blending truth with falsehood in the imagination and feelings , in drawing your attention to the evils of pious frauds as urged by Plato , and admitted by Wesley , I would caution you against the error ...
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... human dwellers . Here was a little white cottage : there a lofty and noble mansion : a suburban village , each house in which was separated from its neighbour , by a larger or smaller space of liquid verdure in undulations , on the tops ...
... human dwellers . Here was a little white cottage : there a lofty and noble mansion : a suburban village , each house in which was separated from its neighbour , by a larger or smaller space of liquid verdure in undulations , on the tops ...
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... humanity- Each breathing atom feels . Behold the universal beam , That daily burns on high : Behold the thousand ... human heart . Be broken batons - sceptres cast Into one general fire ; Let all the follies of the past , In one wide ...
... humanity- Each breathing atom feels . Behold the universal beam , That daily burns on high : Behold the thousand ... human heart . Be broken batons - sceptres cast Into one general fire ; Let all the follies of the past , In one wide ...
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... human uses . But how thoroughly illogical and absurd is the exclamation of Virgilia about the blood . The idea of her husband killing hundreds of his fellows like harvest work , she can contemplate calmly enough , but the thought of ...
... human uses . But how thoroughly illogical and absurd is the exclamation of Virgilia about the blood . The idea of her husband killing hundreds of his fellows like harvest work , she can contemplate calmly enough , but the thought of ...
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... human hands , flowing like water from human hearts ; hands and hearts that once were like your own , young , guileless , spring- ing with a power yet undirected , ( what is your own longing but the result of fine energy unemployed ...
... human hands , flowing like water from human hearts ; hands and hearts that once were like your own , young , guileless , spring- ing with a power yet undirected , ( what is your own longing but the result of fine energy unemployed ...
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Page 2 - ... methinks I see her as an eagle mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her undazzled eyes at the full midday beam; purging and unsealing her long-abused sight at the fountain itself of heavenly radiance; while the whole noise of timorous and flocking birds, with those also that love the twilight, flutter about, amazed at what she means, and in their envious gabble would prognosticate a year of sects and schisms.
Page 335 - And he that stealeth a man, and selleth him, or if he be found in his hand, he shall surely be put to death.
Page 298 - I'll never Be such a gosling to obey instinct, but stand, As if a man were author of himself, And knew no other kin.
Page 325 - (though against my own judgment) as opposed to the word Prose, and synonymous with metrical composition. But much confusion has been introduced into criticism by this contradistinction of Poetry and Prose, instead of the more philosophical one of Poetry and Matter of Fact, or Science.
Page 530 - I saw a little Wood-Mouse once, Like Oberon in his hall, With the green, green moss beneath his feet, Sit under a mushroom tall. I saw him sit and his dinner eat, All under the forest tree ; His dinner of chestnut ripe and red, And he ate it heartily. I wish you could have seen him there ; It did my spirit good, To see the small thing God had made Thus eating in the wood.
Page 535 - The office of a great general does not differ widely from that of a great mechanician, whose business it is to frame new combinations of physical forces, to adapt them to new circumstances, and to remove new obstructions.
Page 345 - God took thee in his mercy, A lamb untasked, untried : He fought the fight for thee, He won the victory, And thou art sanctified ! " I look around and see The evil ways of men ; And, oh ! beloved child ! I'm more than reconciled To thy departure then.
Page 543 - Nought's had, all's spent, Where our desire is got without content : 'Tis safer to be that which we destroy Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.
Page 336 - And his lord was wroth, and delivered him to the tormentors, till he should pay all that was due unto him. "So likewise shall my heavenly Father do also unto you, if ye from your hearts forgive not every one his brother their trespasses.
Page 539 - On before us tottered, rather than walked, a very pretty, delicate, fragile-looking young creature, dressed in a most unbecoming manner, in a faded salmon-coloured sack and coat, and uncertain whereabouts to fix either her eyes or her feet. She spoke in a broken, tremulous tone ; and at the close of a sentence her words generally lapsed into a horrid whisper, that was absolutely inaudible. After her first exit, the buzzing comment went round the pit generally — " She certainly is very pretty, but...