University Quarterly: Conducted by an Association of Collegiate and Proffessional Students, in the United States and Europe, Band 3

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Seite 116 - I know they are as lively, and as vigorously productive, as those fabulous dragon's teeth ; and being sown up and down, may chance to spring up armed men. " And yet on the other hand, unless wariness be used, as good almost kill a man as kill a good book. "Who kills a man, kills a reasonable creature, God's image ; but he who destroys a good book, kills reason itself; kills the image of God, as it were, in the eye.
Seite 24 - That hangs his head, and a' that! The coward slave, we pass him by, We dare be poor for a' that! For a' that, and a' that, Our toils obscure, and a' that; The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The Man's the gowd for a
Seite 133 - Since nought so stockish, hard and full of rage, But music for the time doth change his nature. The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils; The motions of his spirit are dull as night And his affections dark as Erebus: Let no such man be trusted.
Seite 339 - By faith Abraham, when he was called to go out into a place which he should after receive for an inheritance, obeyed ; and he went out, not knowing whither he went.
Seite 35 - The Chancellor, Masters, and Scholars of the University of Cambridge.' The frame of this little commonwealth standeth upon the union of seventeen colleges, or societies, devoted to the study of learning and knowledge, and for the better service of the Church and State. All these...
Seite 18 - I'd steal an ambrosial kiss. Tis she does the virgins excel. No beauty with her may compare ; Love's graces around her do dwell, She's fairest, where thousands are fair. Say. charmer, where do thy flocks stray ? Oh ! tell me at noon where they feed ; Shall I seek them on sweet winding Tay, Or the pleasanter banks of the Tweed ? Robert Crawfurd.
Seite 67 - Behold, we know not anything; I can but trust that good shall fall At last - far off - at last, to all, And every winter change to spring. So runs my dream: but what am I? An infant crying in the night: An infant crying for the light: And with no language but a cry.
Seite 320 - Let us be patient ! These severe afflictions Not from the ground arise. But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise. We see but dimly through the mists and vapors; Amid these earthly damps. What seem to us but sad funereal tapers May be heaven's distant lamps.
Seite 20 - Wild is thy lay and loud, Far in the downy cloud, Love gives it energy, love gave it birth. Where, on thy dewy wing, Where art thou journeying? Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth. O'er fell and fountain sheen, O'er moor and mountain green, O'er the red streamer that heralds...
Seite 399 - For I determined not to know anything among you, save Jesus Christ, and him crucified.

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