The Quarterly Review, Том 164

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William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, John Murray, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle), George Walter Prothero
John Murray, 1887

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Сторінка 277 - Athens arose : a city such as vision Builds from the purple crags and silver towers Of battlemented cloud, as in derision Of kingliest masonry...
Сторінка 257 - Placed at the door of learning, youth to guide, We never suffer it to stand too wide. To ask, to guess, to know as they commence...
Сторінка 426 - ... the similitude of the thoughts and passions of one man to the thoughts and passions of another, whosoever looketh into himself and considereth what he doth, when he does think, opine, reason, hope, fear, &c, and upon what grounds, he shall thereby read and know, what are the thoughts and passions of all other men upon the like occasions.
Сторінка 297 - While day-light held The sky, the Poet kept mute conference With his still soul. At night the passion came, Like the fierce fiend of a distempered dream, And shook him from his rest, and led him forth Into the darkness...
Сторінка 45 - Royal office, for the advancement of religion and morality and the promotion of useful knowledge, to hold forth to all classes and denominations of our faithful subjects, without any distinction whatsoever, throughout our dominions encouragement for pursuing a regular and liberal course of education...
Сторінка 403 - Her feet beneath her petticoat Like little mice stole in and out, As if they feared the light: But, oh ! she dances such a way— No sun upon an Easter day Is half so fine a sight.
Сторінка 30 - I never wanted articles on religious subjects half so much as articles on common subjects, written with a decidedly Christian tone."— DR.
Сторінка 291 - What softer voice is hushed over the dead? Athwart what brow is that dark mantle thrown ? What form leans sadly o'er the white deathbed, In mockery of monumental stone, The heavy heart heaving without a moan?
Сторінка 473 - Now, the end of the commandment is love, out of a pure heart, and of a good conscience, and of faith unfeigned.
Сторінка 33 - It is a place where inquiry is pushed forward, and discoveries verified and perfected, and rashness rendered innocuous, and error exposed, by the collision of mind with mind, and knowledge with knowledge.

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