The Phrenological Journal and Miscellany, Volume 3

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John Anderson, 1826 - Phrenology
 

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Page 542 - Then kneeling down, to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays : Hope "springs exulting on triumphant wing," That thus they all shall meet in future days : There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear ; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Page 279 - These two, I say, viz., external material things, as the objects of sensation and the operations of our own minds within, as the objects of reflection, are to me the only originals from whence all our ideas take their beginnings.
Page 86 - Subtle as Sphinx; as sweet and musical As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair; And, when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony.
Page 86 - But with the motion of all elements Courses as swift as thought in every power, And gives to every power a double power, Above their functions and their offices. It adds a precious seeing to the eye: A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind. A lover's ear will hear the lowest sound When the suspicious head of theft is stopped. Love's feeling is more soft and sensible Than are the tender horns of cockled snails.
Page 532 - To-day my Lord of Amiens and myself Did steal behind him as he lay along Under an oak whose antique root peeps out Upon the brook that brawls along this wood : To the which place a poor sequester'd stag, That from the hunter's aim had ta'en a hurt, Did come to languish...
Page 93 - Ayr gurgling kissed his pebbled shore, o'erhung with wild woods, thickening green; the fragrant birch and hawthorn hoar twined amorous round the raptured scene; the flowers sprang wanton to be prest, the birds sang love on every spray ; till too, too soon, the glowing west proclaimed the speed of winged day.
Page 97 - Twere now to be most happy, for I fear My soul hath her content so absolute That not another comfort like to this Succeeds in unknown fate.
Page 507 - A fixed figure for the time of scorn To point his slow unmoving finger at...
Page 93 - YE banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers. Your waters never drumlie! There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry; For there I took the last fareweel O
Page 92 - THOU lingering star, with less'ning ray That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest! Seest thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?

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