The National Review, Volume 6Richard Holt Hutton, Walter Bagehot Robert Theobald, 1858 - Books |
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... passions that usually run rampant through our politics seem for the moment abashed and overawed . The gravity of the crisis , and the magnitude of the suffering , while they have swept away much of our prejudice and many of our vicious ...
... passions that usually run rampant through our politics seem for the moment abashed and overawed . The gravity of the crisis , and the magnitude of the suffering , while they have swept away much of our prejudice and many of our vicious ...
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... passion , as others by action , carry forward the great aims of Providence . Away , then , with all cant about God's judgments on our Indian oppressions . Even if we admitted the fact , we should deny its relevancy . In old times , we ...
... passion , as others by action , carry forward the great aims of Providence . Away , then , with all cant about God's judgments on our Indian oppressions . Even if we admitted the fact , we should deny its relevancy . In old times , we ...
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... passions co - existed with these feelings which had hitherto lain dormant , but which , when once excited , were powerful enough to override all others . We believe all that we have heard of their devotion to their officers , their ...
... passions co - existed with these feelings which had hitherto lain dormant , but which , when once excited , were powerful enough to override all others . We believe all that we have heard of their devotion to their officers , their ...
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... passion more than any other incomprehensible and abhor- rent to our minds . We have heard of something like it in the middle ages : individuals in history have at times appeared affected with similar morbid propensities to evil ...
... passion more than any other incomprehensible and abhor- rent to our minds . We have heard of something like it in the middle ages : individuals in history have at times appeared affected with similar morbid propensities to evil ...
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... passion for shedding blood and inflicting agony is , like the excitement we have spoken of , in a great measure physical and morbid : the first sight or gratification of it arouses a frenzied thirst for more , which is propagated like ...
... passion for shedding blood and inflicting agony is , like the excitement we have spoken of , in a great measure physical and morbid : the first sight or gratification of it arouses a frenzied thirst for more , which is propagated like ...
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Page 192 - I have of late— but wherefore I know not— lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Page 141 - QUEEN and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess excellently bright. Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose; Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess excellently bright.
Page 123 - Triumph, my Britain ! thou hast one to show, To whom all scenes of Europe homage owe. He was not of an age, but for all time...
Page 192 - What a piece of work is man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculties! in form and moving how express and admirable! in action how like an angel ! in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? man delights not me; no, nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so.
Page 124 - Yet must I not give nature all; thy art, My gentle Shakespeare, must enjoy a part ; For though the poet's matter nature be, His art doth give the fashion : and, that he Who casts to write a living line, must sweat, (Such as thine are) and strike the second heat Upon the Muses...
Page 124 - Sweet Swan of Avon ! what a sight it were To see thee in our waters yet appear, And make those flights upon the banks of Thames, That so did take Eliza, and our James ! But stay ! I see thee in the hemisphere Advanced, and made a constellation there ! Shine forth, thou Star of poets, and with rage, Or influence, chide, or cheer the drooping stage, Which, since thy flight from hence, hath mourn'd like night, And despairs day, but for thy volume's light.
Page 455 - Dark but not awful, dismal but yet mean, With anxious bustle moves the cumbrous scene; Presents no objects tender or profound, But spreads its cold unmeaning gloom around.
Page 340 - I have been called to a holy office by the Lord himself, who most graciously manifested himself in person to me, his servant, in the year 1743 ; when he opened my sight to the view of the spiritual world, and granted me the privilege of conversing with spirits and angels which I enjoy to this day.
Page 464 - Mother of this unfathomable world ! Favour my solemn song, for I have loved Thee ever, and thee only ; I have watched Thy shadow, and the darkness of thy steps, And my heart ever gazes on the depth Of thy deep mysteries.