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Página 354 - 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 46 - 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 18 - 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 18 - Pope still retain their hold upon public estimation,— nay, there is not a passage of descriptive poetry which at this day finds so many and such ardent admirers. Strange to think of an 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.
Página 195 - Rich as a rainbow with its hues of light, Pure as the moonshine of an autumn night : Weep not for Her ' Weep not for her ! — There is no cause for woe"; But rather nerve the spirit that it walk Unshrinking o'er the thorny paths below, And from earth's low defilements keep thee back : So, when a few fleet severing years have flown, She'll meet thee at heaven's gate — and lead thee on ! Weep not for Her.