Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 25

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William Blackwood, 1829
 

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Page 465 - gainst self-slaughter! O God! God! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable, Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't! Ah, fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely.
Page 462 - He raised a sigh so piteous and profound As it did seem to shatter all his bulk And end his being : that done, he lets me go : And with his head over his shoulder turn'd, He seem'd to find his way without his eyes ; For out o' doors he went without their help, And to the last bended their light on me.
Page 210 - And when he had thus spoken, one of the officers which stood by struck Jesus with the palm of his hand, saying, Answerest thou the high priest so ? 23 Jesus answered him, If I have spoken evil, bear witness of the evil : but if well, why smitest thou me?
Page 134 - He paused, as if revolving in his soul Some weighty matter; then, with fervent voice And an impassioned majesty, exclaimed " O for the coming of that glorious time When, prizing knowledge as her noblest wealth And best protection, this imperial Realm While she exacts allegiance, shall admit An obligation, on her part, to teach, Them who are born to serve her and obey; Binding herself by statute 1 to secure For all the children whom her soil maintains The rudiments of letters, and inform The mind...
Page 465 - I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious; with more offences at my beck, than I have thoughts to put them in. imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in. What should such fellows as I do crawling between earth and heaven?
Page 387 - For death, the following day, in bloody fight : So scented the grim feature, and upturn'd His nostril wide into the murky air, Sagacious of his quarry from so far.
Page 217 - Can such things be, And overcome us like a summer cloud, Without our special wonder...
Page 461 - To know the poet from the man of rhymes : 'Tis he, who gives my breast a thousand pains, Can make me feel each passion that he feigns; Enrage, compose, with more than magic art ; With pity, and with terror, tear my heart ; And snatch me, o'er the earth, or through the air, To Thebes, to Athens, when he will, and where.
Page 118 - ... collection with uncommon facility. This facility was partly owing to the method pursued by their father and me in instructing them, which was, to make them thoroughly acquainted with the meaning of every word in each sentence that was to be committed to memory.
Page 134 - This sacred right is fruitlessly announced, This universal plea in vain addressed, To eyes and ears of Parents who themselves Did, in the time of their necessity, Urge it in vain ; and, therefore, like a prayer That from the humblest floor ascends to heaven, It mounts to reach the State's parental ear ; Who, if indeed she own a Mother's heart, And be not most unfeelingly devoid Of gratitude to Providence, will grant The unquestionable good...

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