The Eclectic Magazine of Foreign Literature, Science, and Art, Volume 32

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Leavitt, Trow, & Company, 1854

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Página 117 - Hell from beneath is moved for thee to meet thee at thy coming: it stirreth up the dead for thee, even all the chief ones of the earth; it hath raised up from their thrones all the kings of the nations.
Página 360 - I praise the Frenchman*, his remark was shrewd—. How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude ! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, Whom I may whisper — solitude is sweet.
Página 525 - Who hath woe ? who hath sorrow ? who hath contentions? who hath babbling? who hath wounds without cause ? who hath redness of eyes ? They that tarry long at the wine ; they that go to seek mixed wine. Look not thou upon the wine when it is red, when it giveth his colour in the cup, when it moveth itself aright. At the last it biteth like a serpent, and stingeth like an adder.
Página 208 - TEACH me, my God and King, In all things thee to see, And what I do in any thing, To do it as for thee...
Página 526 - For the drunkard and the glutton shall come to poverty: and drowsiness shall clothe a man with rags.
Página 526 - Wine is a mocker, strong drink is raging : and whosoever is deceived thereby is not wise.
Página 410 - There is Lowell, who's striving Parnassus to climb With a whole bale of isms tied together with rhyme, He might get on alone, spite of brambles and boulders, But he can't with that bundle he has on his shoulders, The top of the hill he will ne'er come nigh reaching Till he learns the .distinction 'twixt singing and preaching...
Página 350 - Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?
Página 415 - Gentleman, simmer it well, Sweeten just to your own private liking, then strain, That only the finest and clearest remain, Let it stand out of doors till a soul it receives From the warm lazy sun loitering down through green leaves, And you'll find a choice nature, not wholly deserving A name either English or Yankee, — just Irving.
Página 402 - In time the mind comes to reflect on its own operations about the ideas got by sensation, and thereby stores itself with a new set of ideas, which I call ideas of reflection.

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