The Midland magazine and monthly review, ed. by J.J. Britton & J.N. Smith. [Continued as] The Midland-metropolitan magazine. Vol.1, no.1 - vol.2 [no.1. Vol.2, no.1 wants all before p.9]. |
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... side of some wounded sufferer pouring words of balm into his ear . The warlike cry was exchanged for soft tones of solace as he solemnly blessed the dying soldier , and bade him hope for those eternal rewards ( impiously declared to be ...
... side of some wounded sufferer pouring words of balm into his ear . The warlike cry was exchanged for soft tones of solace as he solemnly blessed the dying soldier , and bade him hope for those eternal rewards ( impiously declared to be ...
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... ( side by side , and hand in hand , their very robes that floated behind them com- mingling lovingly ) through the streets and the lanes , over the heather and the swamp , over the half - turned stubble and the close - nipped pasture land ...
... ( side by side , and hand in hand , their very robes that floated behind them com- mingling lovingly ) through the streets and the lanes , over the heather and the swamp , over the half - turned stubble and the close - nipped pasture land ...
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... side , read too in the soft , sorrowful , pitying tones of that best of ministers , an unselfish sister . Had he any regret at parting from the world , whose cup he had drained until the dregs were plastered over his palate , for the ...
... side , read too in the soft , sorrowful , pitying tones of that best of ministers , an unselfish sister . Had he any regret at parting from the world , whose cup he had drained until the dregs were plastered over his palate , for the ...
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... side by side , and in the driving gust that opened another day , sped together over the heather and pasture and fallow , through the lanes and the streets , through the woods and the orchards of this fair land ! Kossuth : HIS RECEPTION ...
... side by side , and in the driving gust that opened another day , sped together over the heather and pasture and fallow , through the lanes and the streets , through the woods and the orchards of this fair land ! Kossuth : HIS RECEPTION ...
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... side by side with Kossuth , hand in hand with him , upon the platform , and amid the crowded thoroughfare , throwing away the onerous cloak of " caste , " there has stood a young patrician , whose name shall hereafter , conjointly be ...
... side by side with Kossuth , hand in hand with him , upon the platform , and amid the crowded thoroughfare , throwing away the onerous cloak of " caste , " there has stood a young patrician , whose name shall hereafter , conjointly be ...
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Стр. 167 - He that can apprehend and consider vice with all her baits and seeming pleasures, and yet abstain, and yet distinguish, and yet prefer that which is truly better, he is the true warfaring Christian.
Стр. 76 - Love thyself last ; cherish those hearts that hate thee : Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's and truth's; then, if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Стр. 27 - Look on this spot — a nation's sepulchre ! Abode of gods, whose shrines no longer burn. Even gods must yield — religions take their turn : 'Twas Jove's — 'tis Mahomet's — and other creeds Will rise with other years, till man shall learn Vainly his incense soars, his victim bleeds; Poor child of Doubt and Death, whose hope is built on reeds.
Стр. 66 - You meaner beauties of the night, That poorly satisfy our eyes More by your number than your light ; You common people of the skies ; What are you when the moon shall rise?
Стр. 76 - And, pr'ythee, lead me in : There take an inventory of all I have, To the last penny ; 'tis the king's : my robe, And my integrity to Heaven, is all I dare now call my own.
Стр. 66 - You violets that first appear, By your pure purple mantles known Like the proud virgins of the year, As if the spring were all your own ; What are you when the rose is blown ? So, when my mistress shall be seen In form and beauty of her mind, By virtue first, then choice, a Queen, Tell me, if she were not design'd Th...
Стр. 102 - The path of duty was the way to glory: He, that ever following her commands, On with toil of heart and knees and hands, Thro...
Стр. 181 - Keep not standing fixed and rooted, Briskly venture, briskly roam ; Head and hand, where'er thou foot it, And stout heart are still at home. " In what land the sun does visit, Brisk are we, whate'er betide : To give space for wandering is it That the world was made so wide.
Стр. 245 - Give me the liberty to know, to utter, and to argue freely according to conscience, above all liberties.