Conversations at CambridgeJ.W. Parker, 1836 - 299 pages |
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... soul , as with the sound of a trumpet , knew also the " tender stops " of the pastoral flute ; and the same hand that armed the rebellious legions , and built up the radiant domes of Pandemonium , mingled also the cup of enchant- ment ...
... soul , as with the sound of a trumpet , knew also the " tender stops " of the pastoral flute ; and the same hand that armed the rebellious legions , and built up the radiant domes of Pandemonium , mingled also the cup of enchant- ment ...
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... soul . Duke of Guise . MILTON AND DR . BAINBRIDGE . It seems to me that a very probable explanation of Milton's disagreement with the master of his col- lege , is contained in the following passage from the ' Apology for Smectymnus ...
... soul . Duke of Guise . MILTON AND DR . BAINBRIDGE . It seems to me that a very probable explanation of Milton's disagreement with the master of his col- lege , is contained in the following passage from the ' Apology for Smectymnus ...
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... of The Trumpet of the Soul sounding to Judgment ; and refers to the few brief years in which wickedness is permitted to triumph- " When INIQUITY hath played her part , VENGEANCE leaps upon the stage . The black guard shall 9.
... of The Trumpet of the Soul sounding to Judgment ; and refers to the few brief years in which wickedness is permitted to triumph- " When INIQUITY hath played her part , VENGEANCE leaps upon the stage . The black guard shall 9.
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... soul ; yet to fix it , not to stall it , nor suffers it to be so unmannerly as to jostle out other arts . " A mere mathematician , made up of unknown quantities , is a dreary and melancholy spectacle — a tree without leaves . I am aware ...
... soul ; yet to fix it , not to stall it , nor suffers it to be so unmannerly as to jostle out other arts . " A mere mathematician , made up of unknown quantities , is a dreary and melancholy spectacle — a tree without leaves . I am aware ...
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... soul In the scroll Of life and blissfulness enrol , That we may praise Thee to eternity . fond of chanting and psalmody , it may , nevertheless , be sus- pected , that he had no ear for music . It is singular , " he adds , " to compare ...
... soul In the scroll Of life and blissfulness enrol , That we may praise Thee to eternity . fond of chanting and psalmody , it may , nevertheless , be sus- pected , that he had no ear for music . It is singular , " he adds , " to compare ...
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Page 23 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny ; You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face, You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve : Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Page 79 - Here let me careless and unthoughtful lying, Hear the soft winds above me flying With all their wanton boughs dispute, And the more tuneful birds to both replying, Nor be myself too mute.
Page 110 - Or let my lamp, at midnight hour, Be seen in some high lonely tower, Where I may oft out-watch the Bear...
Page 193 - O early ripe! to thy abundant store What could advancing age have added more? It might (what Nature never gives the young) Have taught the numbers of thy native tongue. But satire needs not those, and wit will shine Through the harsh cadence of a rugged line.
Page 149 - For men have entered into a desire of learning and knowledge, sometimes upon a natural curiosity and inquisitive appetite; sometimes to entertain their minds with variety and delight ; sometimes for ornament and reputation ; and sometimes to enable them to victory of wit and contradiction ; and most times for lucre and profession ; and seldom sincerely to give a true account of their gift of reason, to the benefit and use of men...
Page 63 - And now in age I bud again, After so many deaths I live and write; I once more smell the dew and rain, And relish versing: O my only light, It cannot be That I am he, On whom thy tempests fell all night.
Page 261 - To be of no Church is dangerous. Religion, of which the rewards are distant, and which is animated only by Faith and Hope, will glide by degrees out of the mind, unless it be invigorated and reimpressed by external ordinances, by stated calls to worship, and the salutary influence of example.
Page 149 - If therefore ye be loath to dishearten utterly and discontent, not the mercenary crew of false pretenders to learning, but the free and ingenuous sort of such as evidently were born to study and love learning for itself, not for lucre or any other end but the service of God and of truth, and perhaps that lasting fame and perpetuity of praise which God and good men have consented shall be the reward of those whose published labours advance the good of mankind...
Page 142 - Alas, sir ! a commonwealth ought to be but as one huge christian personage, one mighty growth and stature of an honest man, as big and compact in virtue as in body...
Page 47 - Unhappy White ! while life was in its spring,* And thy young muse just waved her joyous wing, The spoiler came ; and all thy promise fair Has sought the grave, to sleep for ever there. Oh ! what a noble heart was here undone, When Science...