The Eclectic Magazine of Foreign Literature, Science, and Art, Volume 16Leavitt, Trow, & Company, 1849 - American literature |
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... seems to have concurred , when he said to Boswell , " It is wonderful , Sir , with how lit- tle real superiority of mind men can make an eminent figure in public life . " The signal incompetency of so many states- men enjoying , in the ...
... seems to have concurred , when he said to Boswell , " It is wonderful , Sir , with how lit- tle real superiority of mind men can make an eminent figure in public life . " The signal incompetency of so many states- men enjoying , in the ...
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... seems to fall on studied dullness and ob- ripe scholars , and often well versed in con- scurity , or crowns the flippant and iconoclas- stitutional and international law , as indeed tic zeal of professorial rashness . It may be might be ...
... seems to fall on studied dullness and ob- ripe scholars , and often well versed in con- scurity , or crowns the flippant and iconoclas- stitutional and international law , as indeed tic zeal of professorial rashness . It may be might be ...
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... seems to think very highly of . have had reason to bless the day on which " Perhaps the fundholder would such a measure was adopted , for it would have retarded the period which , some time or other , will in all probability arrive ...
... seems to think very highly of . have had reason to bless the day on which " Perhaps the fundholder would such a measure was adopted , for it would have retarded the period which , some time or other , will in all probability arrive ...
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... of style , by a lavish use of metaphor , of which the noble lord seems to have a kind of hortus siccus ; but which he so mixes and involves | | law , nor even the revolutionary governments | 12 [ Jan. , THE LITERARY CHARACTER OF.
... of style , by a lavish use of metaphor , of which the noble lord seems to have a kind of hortus siccus ; but which he so mixes and involves | | law , nor even the revolutionary governments | 12 [ Jan. , THE LITERARY CHARACTER OF.
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... seem that a philosopher who was speculating with views beyond those of his time in the middle of the fifteenth century ... seems a positive incapacity to follow out a single paragraph with logical consist- ency , and in proportion as the ...
... seem that a philosopher who was speculating with views beyond those of his time in the middle of the fifteenth century ... seems a positive incapacity to follow out a single paragraph with logical consist- ency , and in proportion as the ...
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Page 202 - But in these cases We still have judgment here; that we but teach Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return To plague the inventor: This even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips.
Page 210 - Hell is murky. Fie, my lord, fie ! a soldier, and afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account? Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him? Doct. Do you mark that? Lady M. The thane of Fife had a wife; where is she now? What, will these hands ne'er be clean? No more o' that, my lord, no more o' that: you mar all with this starting.
Page 508 - And she may still exist in undiminished vigour when some traveller from New Zealand shall, in the midst of a vast solitude, take his stand on a broken arch of London Bridge to sketch the ruins of St. Paul's.
Page 208 - Who was it that thus cried ? Why, worthy thane, You do unbend your noble strength, to think So brainsickly of things. Go, get some water, And wash this filthy witness from your hand.
Page 145 - A poet is the most unpoetical of anything in existence, because he has no identity ; he is continually in for, and filling, some other body. The sun, the moon, the sea, and men and women, who are creatures of impulse, are poetical, and have about them an unchangeable attribute ; the poet has none, no identity. He is certainly the most unpoetical of all God's creatures.
Page 15 - Goldsmith's plain narrative will please again and again. I would say to Robertson what an old tutor of a college said to one of his pupils : ' Read over your compositions, and wherever you meet with a passage which you think is particularly fine, strike it out.
Page 145 - I am a member ; that sort distinguished from the Wordsworthian, or egotistical Sublime ; which is a thing per se, and stands alone), it is not itself — it has no self- -It is every thing and nothing — It has no character...
Page 205 - Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition : By that sin fell the angels; how can man, then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by it ? Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty.
Page 150 - That it is so is no fault of mine. No ! — though it may sound a little paradoxical. It is as good as I had power to make it — by myself — Had I been nervous...
Page 211 - She should have died hereafter; There would have been a time for such a word. Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death.