The Fraserian Papers of the Late William Maginn, LL. D.: Annotated, with a Life of the Author

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Redfield, 1857 - 358 pages
 

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Page 17 - He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day for melting charity...
Page 78 - Who, too deep for his hearers, still went on refining, And thought of convincing, while they thought of dining...
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Page 47 - Hereditary bondsmen ! know ye not Who would be free themselves must strike the blow?
Page 131 - No spring, nor summer beauty hath such grace, As I have seen in one autumnal face.
Page 120 - See dying vegetables life sustain, See life dissolving vegetate again: All forms that perish other forms supply; (By turns we catch the vital breath, and die) Like bubbles on the sea of Matter borne, They rise, they break, and to that sea return.
Page 17 - Time but th' impression deeper makes, As streams their channels deeper wear. My Mary, dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?
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Page lvii - But should there be to whom the fatal blight Of failing Wisdom yields a base delight, Men who exult when minds of heavenly tone Jar in the music which was born their own, Still let them pause — ah ! little do they know That what to them seem'd Vice might be but Woe.

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