Fraser's Magazine, Volume 18 (Google eBook)

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James Anthony Froude, John Tulloch
J. Fraser, 1878 - Authors
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Contains the first printing of Sartor resartus, as well as other works by Thomas Carlyle.
  

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Page 135 - Well knows the fair and friendly moon The band that Marion leads The glitter of their rifles, The scampering of their steeds.
Page 136 - Why weep ye then for him, who, having won The bound of man's appointed years, at last, Life's blessings all enjoyed, life's labors done, Serenely to his final rest has passed; While the soft memory of his virtues, yet, Lingers like twilight hues, when the bright sun is set...
Page 299 - Unfetter'd by the sense of crime, To whom a conscience never wakes; Nor, what may count itself as blest, The heart that never plighted troth But stagnates in the weeds of sloth; Nor any want-begotten rest. I hold it true, whate'er befall...
Page 534 - Now in the present state, all which we enjoy, and a great part of what we suffer, is put in our own power. For pleasure and pain are the consequences of our actions : and we are endued by the Author of our nature with capacities of foreseeing these consequences.
Page 596 - If he must die, it were charity to reprieve him till Saturday.
Page 171 - O to thy cursed scream, discordant still, Let harmony aye shut her gentle ear : Thy boastful mirth let jealous rivals spill, Insult thy crest, and glossy pinions tear, And ever in thy dreams the ruthless fox appear.
Page 178 - And thick young herbs and groups of flowers Stand in their beauty by. The oriole should build and tell His love-tale close beside my cell; The idle butterfly Should rest him, there, and there be heard The housewife bee and hummingbird.
Page 596 - I cannot satisfy myself in honour or conscience without assuring you (now in the midst of your troubles), that upon the word of a king you shall not suffer in life, honour or fortune. This is but justice, and therefore a very mean reward from a master to so faithful and able a servant as you...
Page 178 - GAZED upon the glorious sky And the green mountains round, And thought that when I came to lie At rest within the ground, 'Twere pleasant, that in flowery June, When brooks send up a cheerful tune, And groves a joyous sound, The sexton's hand, my grave to make, The rich, green mountain turf should break...
Page 311 - For my name and memory, I leave it to men's charitable speeches, and to foreign nations, and to the next age.

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