The London Quarterly Review, Volum 11

Theodore Foster, 1814

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Pàgina 427 - How gloriously her gallant course she goes ! Her white wings flying — never from her foes — She walks the waters like a thing of life, And seems to dare the elements to strife.
Pàgina 312 - For wheresoe'er I turn my ravish'd eyes, gay gilded scenes and shining prospects rise, poetic fields encompass me around, and still I seem to tread on classic ground...
Pàgina 190 - he did not beg a long life of God for any other reason, " but to live to finish his three remaining books of Polity ; " and then, Lord, let thy servant depart in peace;" which was his usual expression.
Pàgina 491 - A man — the monarch of his mind. Now taste and try this temper, Sirs, Mood it, and brood it in your breast ; Or if ye ween, for worldly stirs That man does right to mar his rest, Let me be *deft and debonair, I am content, I do not care.
Pàgina 134 - He called forth the latent virtues of the human heart, and taught men to discover in themselves a mine of charity, of which the proprietors had been unconscious. In feeding the lamp of charity, he has almost exhausted the lamp of life.
Pàgina 495 - Tell them, I AM, JEHOVAH said To MOSES; while earth heard in dread, And, smitten to the heart, At once above, beneath, around, All Nature, without voice or sound, Replied, "O LORD, THOU ART.
Pàgina 220 - The Report of the Select Committee of the House of Commons, appointed to inquire into the state of the...
Pàgina 369 - Awake on your hills, on your islands awake, Brave sons of the mountain, the frith, and the lake ! 'Tis the bugle — but not for the chase is the call ; 'Tis the pibroch's shrill summons — but not to the hall. 'Tis the summons of heroes for conquest or death. When the banners are blazing on mountain and heath ; They call to the dirk, the claymore, and the targe, To the march and the muster, the line and the charge.
Pàgina 312 - Now my weary lips I close: Leave me, leave me to repose.
Pàgina 511 - THE BORDER ANTIQUITIES OF ENGLAND AND SCOTLAND, comprising Specimens of Architecture and Sculpture, and other Vestiges of Former Ages, accompanied by Descriptions. Together with Illustrations of remarkable Incidents in Border History and Tradition, and Original Poetry.

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