THE NEW MONTHLY MAGAZINE

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Page 364 - Let knowledge grow from more to more, But more of reverence in us dwell; That mind and soul, according well, May make one music as before, But vaster.
Page 103 - The man that hails you Tom or Jack, And proves by thumps upon your back How he esteems your merit, Is such a friend, that one had need Be very much his friend indeed, .
Page 193 - ... untended, its boughs spring direct from the earth, and form tufts and avenues, and dense overarching thickets of the most luxuriant growth, through which the sunlight falls tremblingly upon the shaded turf. Among them some few, shooting upright, lift high above the rest their lovely coronal of rustling fans and glowing bunches of dates ; but the greater part assume that fantastic variety of form which only untended nature can originate ; some, wildly throwing forth their branches, droop to the...
Page 78 - They tore off one of his ears, bidding him carry it to his king, and tell him they would serve him in the same manner should an opportunity offer : they tortured him with the most shocking cruelty, and threatened him with immediate death. This man was examined at the bar of the House of Commons, and being asked by a member what he thought when he found himself in the hands of such barbarians I "I recommended my soul to God," said he,
Page 510 - Oft, in the stilly night, Ere Slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me : The smiles, the tears, Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken ; The eyes that shone, Now dimmed and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken ! Thus, in the stilly night, Ere Slumber's chain has bound me.
Page 21 - All things are full of labour; man cannot utter it: the eye is not satisfied with seeing, nor the ear filled with hearing.
Page 54 - Shall rise on me no more ! Albeit that here in London town It is my fate to die — Oh carry me to Northumberland, In my father's grave to lie. There chant my solemn requiem In Hexham's holy towers ; And let six maids of fair Tynedale Scatter my grave with flowers.
Page 175 - The storm is changed into a calm, At His command and will ; So that the waves which raged before Now quiet are and still ! Then are they glad, — because at rest And quiet now they be : So to the haven He them brings Which they desired to see.
Page 175 - The consternation and astonishment of all people,' writes Fauconberg, ' are inexpressible ; their hearts seem as if sunk within them. My poor wife, — I know not what on earth to do with her. When seemingly quieted, she bursts out again into a passion that tears her very heart in pieces.
Page 113 - Gales from Heaven, if so He will, Sweeter melodies can wake On the lonely mountain rill Than the meeting waters make. Who hath the Father and the Son, May be left, but not alone.

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