Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 58 (Google eBook)

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W. Blackwood, 1845
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Page 368 - But of King David's foes, be this the doom, May all be like the young man Absalom ; And, for my foes, may this their blessing be, To talk like Doeg, and to write like thee...
Page 250 - Heav'n before, Shrinks to her second cause, and is no more. Physic of Metaphysic begs defence, And Metaphysic calls for aid on Sense ! See Mystery to Mathematics fly ! In vain ! they gaze, turn giddy, rave, and die.
Page 584 - When I proceed to write down my ideas, I take out of the bag of my memory, if I may use that phrase, what has previously been collected into it in the way I have mentioned. For this reason the committing to paper is done quickly enough, for everything is, as I said before, already finished; and it rarely differs on paper from what it was in my imagination.
Page 241 - To where Fleet-ditch with disemboguing streams Rolls the large tribute of dead dogs to Thames, The King of dykes ! than whom no sluice of mud With deeper sable blots the silver flood.
Page 27 - It was by this engaging, graceful manner that he was enabled during all his war to connect the various and jarring powers of the Grand Alliance, and to carry them on to the main object of the war, notwithstanding their private and separate views, jealousies, and wrongheadednesses. Whatever Court he went to (and he was often obliged to go himself to some resty and refractory ones), he as constantly prevailed, and brought them into his measures.
Page 233 - My son, advance Still in new impudence, new ignorance. Success let others teach, learn thou from me Pangs without birth, and fruitless industry. Let virtuosos in five years be writ; Yet not one thought accuse thy toil of wit.
Page 250 - In vain, in vain the all-composing hour Resistless falls : the muse obeys the pow'r. She comes ! she comes ! the sable throne behold Of Night primaeval and of Chaos old! Before her, Fancy's gilded clouds decay, And all its varying rainbows die away. Wit shoots in vain its momentary fires, The meteor drops, and in a flash expires. As one by one, at dread Medea's strain, The sick'ning stars fade off th...
Page 251 - Sense ! See Mystery to Mathematics fly ! In vain ! they gaze, turn giddy, rave, and die. Religion blushing veils her sacred fires, And unawares Morality expires. Nor public flame, nor private, dares to shine ; Nor human Spark is left, nor Glimpse divine ! Lo! thy dread Empire, Chaos! is restor'd; Light dies before thy uncreating word ; Thy hand, great Anarch ! lets the curtain fall. And universal Darkness buries All.
Page 254 - For thee we dim the eyes, and stuff the head With all such reading as was never read : For thee explain a thing till all men doubt it, And write. about it, goddess, and about it : So spins the silk-worm small its slender store, And labours till it clouds itself all o'er.
Page 366 - Doeg, though without knowing how or why, Made still a blundering kind of melody ; Spurred boldly on, and dashed through thick and thin. Through sense and nonsense, never out nor in...

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