The Dublin University Magazine: A Literary and Political Journal, Volume 29

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W. Curry, jun., and Company, 1847

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Page 563 - sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion; the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm,
Page 363 - dry, bald, and sear. A lily of a day Is fairer, far, in May, Although it fall and die that night, It was the plant and flower of light! And in short measures life may perfect be.
Page 75 - of their sense, or the affinity of their sound. Sometimes it is wrapped in a dress of humorous expression; sometimes it lurketh under an odd similitude; sometimes it is lodged in a sly question, in a smart answer, in a quirkish reason, in a shrewd intimation, in cunningly diverting or cleverly
Page 75 - fleeting air. Sometimes it lieth in pat allusion to a known story, or in seasonable application of a trivial saying, or in forging an apposite tale: sometimes it playeth In words and phrases, taking advantage from the am. biguity of their sense, or the affinity of their sound. Sometimes it is wrapped in a dress of humorous
Page 312 - There is no nation of people under the sun that doth love equal and indifferent justice better than the Irish, or will rest better satisfied with the execution thereof, although it be against themselves: so as they may have the protection and benefit of the law, when upon just cause they do desire it.
Page 97 - not however to delight it by his presence, but dreadful, like the son of Agamemnon, to purify it. The Matter of his works he will take from the present, but their Form he will derive from a nobler time; nay from beyond all time, from the absolute unchanging unity of his own
Page 363 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be, Or standing long, an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at
Page 417 - Tis only when they spring to heaven, that angels Reveal themselves to you; they sit all day Beside you, and lie down at night by you, Who care not for their presence—muse or sleep┐ And all at once they leave you, and you know them! O'SULLIVAN'S LOVE; A LEGEND
Page 93 - our own place in the mighty procession of ages; better Is It in the worst of times to “fall Into the hand of the Lord, for His mercies are great,” than to “fall into the hand of Man;” better to trust to the movements of Providence, than the
Page 601 - play. Like a fiend In a cloud With howling woe, After night I do crowd And with night will go; I turn my back to the east, From whence comforts have Increased; For light doth seize my brain With frantic pain.

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