The Southern Review, Bind 5

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A. E. Miller., 1830

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Side 491 - I live not in myself, but I become Portion of that around me; and to me High mountains are a feeling, but the hum Of human cities torture...
Side 500 - I was confirmed in this opinion, that he who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things, ought himself to be a true poem...
Side 497 - I am one, my liege, Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world Have so incensed, that I am reckless what I do, to spite the world.
Side 305 - The Scripture also affords us a divine pastoral drama in the Song of Solomon, consisting of two persons and a double chorus, as Origen rightly judges. And the Apocalypse of St. John...
Side 318 - LEAVE ME, O LOVE Leave me, O love which reachest but to dust, And thou, my mind, aspire to higher things. Grow rich in that which never taketh rust: Whatever fades but fading pleasure brings. Draw in thy beams, and humble all thy might To that sweet yoke where lasting freedoms be; Which breaks the clouds and opens forth the light That doth both shine and give us sight to see.
Side 306 - Teaching over the whole book of sanctity and virtue, through all the instances of example, with such delight to those especially of soft and delicious temper, who will not so much as look upon truth herself, unless they see her elegantly dressed...
Side 305 - ... to allay the perturbations of the mind and set the affections in right tune ; to celebrate, in glorious and lofty hymns, the throne and equipage VOL n. — 40 of God's almightiness, and what he works and what he suffers to be wrought with high providence in his church...
Side 497 - But I have lived, and have not lived in vain : My mind may lose its force, my blood its fire, And my frame perish even in conquering pain ; But there is that within me which shall tire Torture and Time, and breathe when I expire ; Something unearthly, which they deem not of, Like the remember'd tone of a mute lyre...
Side 135 - Never did a prisoner, released from his chains, feel such relief as I shall on shaking off the shackles of power. Nature intended me for the tranquil pursuits of science, by rendering them my supreme delight.
Side 116 - I wish the bald eagle had not been chosen as the representative of our country : he is a bird of bad moral character : he does not get his living honestly...

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