The Anonymous and Fugitive Essays of the Earl of Buchan: Collected from Various Periodical Works. Vol. I.

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Page 220 - To contemplation's sober eye Such is the race of man: And they that creep, and they that fly, Shall end where they began. Alike the busy and the gay...
Page 148 - rather a great deal men should say there " was no such man at all as Plutarch, than " that they should say there was one Plutarch, " that would eat his children as soon as they
Page 18 - There are indeed but very few who know how to be idle and innocent, or have a relish of any pleasures that are not criminal ; every diversion they take is at the expense of some one virtue or another, and their very first step out of business is into vice or folly.
Page 161 - ... certain it is that whosoever hath his mind fraught with many thoughts, his wits and understanding do clarify and break up, in the communicating and discoursing with another ; he tosseth his thoughts more easily ; he marshalleth them more orderly ; he seeth how they look when they are turned into words : finally, he waxeth wiser than himself; and that more by an hour's discourse than by a day's meditation.
Page 158 - I call the habit, and goodness of nature the inclination. This of all virtues and dignities of the mind is the greatest, being the character of the Deity; and without it man is a busy, mischievous, wretched thing, no better than a kind of vermin.
Page 157 - Let thy studies be free as thy thoughts and contemplations, but fly not only upon the wings of imagination ; join sense unto reason, and experiment unto speculation, and so give life unto embryon truths, and verities yet in their chaos. There is nothing more acceptable unto the ingenious world, than this noble eluctation of truth; wherein, against the tenacity of prejudice and prescription, this century now prevaileth.
Page 358 - Now morn, her rosy steps in th' eastern clime Advancing, sow'd the earth with orient pearl, When Adam waked, so custom'd, for his sleep Was aery light, from pure digestion bred, And temperate vapours bland, which th' only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, Aurora's fan Lightly dispersed, and the shrill matin song Of birds on every bough : so much the more His wonder was to find...
Page 199 - Till out of breath he overtakes his fellows : Who gather round, and wonder at the tale Of horrid apparition, tall and ghastly, That walks at dead of night, or takes his stand O'er some new-open'd grave ; and, strange to tell ! Evanishes at crowing of the cock.
Page 103 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny : You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face ; You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Page 170 - Be substantially great in thyself, and more than thou appearest unto others ; and let the world be deceived in thee, as they are in the lights of heaven.

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