THE MIRROR OF LITERATURE, AMUSEMENT, AND INSTRUCTION: CONTAINING ORIGINAL ESSAYS. VOL. XVII.

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1831
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Page 169 - The Lord giveth, and the Lord ' taketh away ; blessed be the name of the Lord.
Page 417 - Be of good comfort, master Ridley, and play the man. We shall this day light such a candle, by God's grace, in England, as I trust shall never be put out.
Page 307 - Book may be used ; only instead of these words [We therefore commit his body to the ground, earth to earth, <fe.] say, \\7~E therefore commit his body to the deep, to be turned into corruption, looking for the resurrection of the body, (when the sea shall give up her dead,) and the life of the world to come...
Page 98 - An' getting fou and unco happy, We think na on the lang Scots miles, The mosses, waters, slaps, and styles, That lie between us and our hame, Whare sits our sulky, sullen dame, Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm. This truth fand honest Tam o...
Page 79 - ... neither the music of the Shepherd, the crashing of the Avalanche, nor the torrent, the mountain, the Glacier, the Forest, nor the Cloud, have for one moment lightened the weight upon my heart, nor enabled me to lose my own wretched identity in the majesty, and the power, and the Glory, around, above, and beneath me.
Page iii - If a man does not make new acquaintance as he advances through life, he will soon find himself left alone. A man, Sir, should keep his friendship in constant repair.
Page 386 - Down, rapid as an arrow from heaven, descends the distant object of his attention, the roar of its wings reaching the ear as it disappears in the deep, making the surge foam around.
Page 231 - Sometimes, misguided by the tuneful throng, I look for streams immortalized in song, That lost in silence and oblivion lie, (Dumb are their fountains, and their channels dry,) Yet run for ever by the Muse's skill, And in the smooth description murmur still.
Page 26 - The music of the cows' bells (for their wealth, like the patriarchs', ig cattle,) in the pastures, which reach to a height far above any mountains in Britain, and the shepherds shouting to us from crag to crag, and playing on their reeds where the steeps appeared almost inaccessible, with the surrounding scenery, realized all that I have ever heard or imagined of a pastoral existence ; — much more so than Greece or Asia Minor, for there we are a...
Page 91 - To-morrow is my birth-day — that is to say, at twelve o' the clock, midnight, ie in twelve minutes, I shall have completed thirty and three years of age ! ! ! — and I go to my bed with a heaviness of heart at having lived so long, and to so little purpose. " It is three minutes past twelve. — - ' 'Tis the VOL. v. G NOTICES OF THE 1821. middle of night by the castle clock...

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