The Works of Professor Wilson of the University of Edinburgh: Noctes ambrosianae

W. Blackwood, 1855

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Página 350 - 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.
Página 42 - 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.
Página 14 - 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.
Página 191 - Weep not for her ! — Her memory is the shrine Of pleasant thoughts, soft as the scent of flowers, Calm as on windless eve the sun's decline, Sweet as the song of birds among the bowers, Rich as a rainbow with its hues of light, Pure as the moonshine of an autumn night...
Página 13 - What would become of Bowles himself, with all his elegance, pathos, and true feeling ? — Oh ! dear me, James, what a dull, dozing, disjointed, dawdling, dowdy of a drawl would be his Muse, in her very best voice and tune, when called upon to get up and sing a solo after the sweet and strong singer of Twickenham ! North. Or Wordsworth — with his eternal — Here we go up, up, and up, and here we go down, down, and here we go roundabout, roundabout ! — Look at the nerveless laxity of his Excursion...
Página 313 - 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!
Página 191 - 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...
Página 69 - 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.
Página 190 - Weep not for her ! — Her span was like the sky, Whose thousand stars shine beautiful and bright ; Like flowers, that know not what it is to die ; Like long-link'd, shadeless months of Polar light ; Like Music floating o'er a waveless lake, While Echo answers from the flowery brake : Weep not for her ! Weep not for her ! — She died in early youth, Ere Hope had lost its rich romantic hues ; When human bosoms...
Página 73 - ... with fame and fortune, as these were lavished on my greater contemporaries, in comparison with whose magnificent possessions on the British Parnassus, my small plot of ground is no more than Naboth's vineyard to Ahab's kingdom ; but it is my own, it is no copyhold ; I borrowed it, I leased it, from none. Every foot of it I enclosed from the common myself ; and I can say that not an inch which I had once gained have I ever lost.

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