The Irish Metropolitan Magazine. ..., Volumen2

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Edward J. Milliken, 15, College-green., 1858
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Página 100 - Lastly, whatsoever in religion is holy and sublime, in virtue amiable or grave, whatsoever hath passion or admiration in all the changes of that which is called fortune from without, or the wily subtleties and refluxes of man's thoughts from within ; all these things with a solid and treatable smoothness to paint out and describe.
Página 93 - Glared through the window's rusty bars. And ever, by the winter hearth, Old tales I heard of woe or mirth, Of lovers...
Página 517 - ... taunt him with the license of ink : if thou " thou'st " him some thrice, it shall not be amiss ; and as many lies as will lie in thy sheet of paper, although the sheet were big enough for the bed of Ware in England, set 'em down : go, about it Let there be gall enough in thy ink; though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter : about it Sir And.
Página 100 - These abilities, wheresoever they be found, are the inspired gift of God, rarely bestowed, but yet to some (though most abuse) in every nation; and are of power, beside the office of a pulpit, to imbreed and cherish in a great people the seeds of virtue and public civility, to allay the perturbations of the mind, and set the affections in right tune...
Página 93 - Of witches' spells, of warriors' arms ; Of patriot battles, won of old By Wallace wight and Bruce the bold; Of later fields of feud and fight, When, pouring from their Highland height, The Scottish clans, in headlong sway, Had swept the scarlet ranks away.
Página 688 - It must have been an imposing sight, as he stood at this termination of his journey, looking out upon the great waste of waters before him. " Not a speck of ice," to use his own words, " could be seen." There, from a height of four hundred and eighty feet, which commanded a horizon of almost forty miles, his ears were gladdened by the novel music of dashing waves ; and a surf, breaking in among the rocks at his feet, stayed his further progress.
Página 643 - ... which he can suddenly set up where he will in a Field, and it is convertible like a Windmill, to all quarters at pleasure' capable of not much more than one man, as I conceive, and perhaps at no great ease • exactly...
Página 94 - Whose doom discording neighbours sought, Content with equity unbought ; To him the venerable Priest, Our frequent and familiar guest, Whose life and manners well could paint Alike the student and the saint ; Alas ! whose speech too oft I broke With gambol rude and timeless joke : For I was wayward, bold, and wild, A self-will'd imp, a grandame's child ; But half a plague, and half a jest, Was still endured, beloved, caress'd.
Página 299 - The heights by great men reached and kept Were not attained by sudden flight. But they, while their companions slept, Were toiling upward in the night.
Página 599 - HE clasps the crag with crooked hands ; Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ring'd with the azure world, he stands. The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls ; He watches from his mountain walls, And like a thunderbolt he falls.

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