The Dublin University Magazine: A Literary and Political Journal

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W. Curry, jun., and Company, 1845
 

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Page 223 - O Lord, I will praise thee : though thou wast angry with me, thine anger is turned away, and thou comfortedst me. Behold, God is my salvation ; I will trust, and not be afraid ; for the Lord Jehovah is my strength and my song ; he also is become my salvation.
Page 135 - Now nature is not at variance with art nor art with nature, they being both the servants of his providence; art is the perfection of nature; were the world now as it was the sixth day, there were yet a chaos; nature hath made one world and art another. In brief, all things are artificial, for nature is the art of God.
Page 140 - Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul Of the wide world dreaming on things to come, Can yet the lease of my true love control, Supposed as forfeit to a confined doom.
Page 217 - Gainst graver hours, that bring constraint To sweeten liberty; Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign, And unknown regions dare descry! Still, as they run, they look behind! They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy I Gay Hope is theirs, by Fancy fed; Less pleasing when possest ! The tear forgot as soon as shed!
Page 217 - Say, Father Thames, for thou hast seen Full many a sprightly race Disporting on thy margent green The paths of pleasure trace; Who foremost now delight to cleave, With pliant arm, thy glassy wave?
Page 586 - Mechanics; Hydrostatics; Optics and Astronomy; Botany; Metallurgy; Fossilism; Chemistry; Geology; Anatomy; Medicine; then the mind of man; then the minds of men, in all Travels, Voyages, and Histories. So I would spend ten years; the next five in the composition of the poem, and the five last in the correction of it. So would I write, haply not unhearing of that divine and nightly-whispering voice, which speaks to mighty minds, of predestinated garlands, starry and unwithering.
Page 296 - That night she gaed awa! The Powers aboon can only ken To whom the heart is seen, That nane can be sae dear to me As my sweet lovely Jean!
Page 21 - O keep my soul, and deliver me: let me not be ashamed; for I put my trust in thee.
Page 187 - Por ti, como solía, del áspero caballo no corrige la furia y gallardía, ni con freno le rige, ni con vivas espuelas ya le aflige. Por ti, con diestra mano no revuelve la espada presurosa, y en el dudoso llano huye la polvorosa palestra como sierpe ponzoñosa.
Page 153 - And, dear Bertha, let me keep On my hand this little ring, Which at nights, when others sleep, I can still see glittering. Let me wear it out of sight, In the grave, — where it will light All the dark up, day and night.

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