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Sida 16 - O'er the dark trees a yellower verdure shed, And tip with silver every mountain's head ; Then shine the vales, the rocks in prospect rise, A flood of glory bursts from all the skies : The conscious swains, rejoicing in the sight, Eye the blue vault, and bless the useful light.
Sida 338 - Memoir of Sir William Hamilton, Bart., Professor of Logic and Metaphysics in the University of Edinburgh. By Professor VEITCH of the University of Glasgow. 8vo, with Portrait, 18s.
Sida 44 - Disuse in him forgetfulness had wrought, In Latin he composed his history ; A garrulous, but a lively tale, and fraught With matter of delight, and food for thought. And if he could in Merlin's glass have seen By whom his tomes to speak our tongue were taught, The old man would have felt as pleased, I ween, As when he won the ear of that great empress- queen.
Sida 16 - To what a low state knowledge of the most obvious and important phenomena had sunk, is evident from the style in which Dryden has executed a description of Night in one of his Tragedies, and Pope his translation of the celebrated moon-light scene in the Iliad.
Sida 301 - Fare thee well! and if for ever, Still for ever, fare thee well: Even though unforgiving, never 'Gainst thee shall my heart rebel. Would that breast were bared before thee Where thy head so oft hath lain, While that placid sleep came o'er thee Which thou ne'er canst know again: Would that breast, by thee glanced over, Every inmost thought could show!
Sida 16 - Enthusiast, as may have been the case with thousands, reciting those verses under the cope of a moon-light sky, without having his raptures in the least disturbed by a suspicion of their absurdity.
Sida 193 - Weep not for her ! — It was not hers to feel ' The miseries that corrode amassing years, 'Gainst dreams of baffled bliss the heart to steel, To wander sad down Age's vale of tears ; As whirl the...
Sida 71 - At supper this night he talked of good eating with uncommon satisfaction. ' Some people (said he,) have a foolish way of not minding, or pretending not to mind, what they eat. For my part, I mind my belly very studiously, and very t carefully ; for I look upon it, that he who does not mind his belly will hardly mind anything else.
Sida 283 - That's a truth — What thin Folio's yon sprawling on the side-table ? NORTH. Scenery, costume, and architecture, chiefly on the western side of India, by Captain Robert Melville Grindlay — a beautiful and a splendid work. — Just look at the frontispiece, James. SHEPHERD. Eh, man ! but she's a bonny Frontispiece, indeed ! An Indian Maiden, orientally arrayed in a flowing garment, veil, shawl, plaid, gown, and trowser-lookin...
Sida 60 - Where now thy might, which all those kings subdued ? No martial myriads muster in thy gate ; No suppliant nations in thy temple wait : No...