The Edinburgh Review: Or Critical Journal, Volume 168

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A. Constable, 1888
 

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Page 344 - YES! in the sea of life enisled, With echoing straits between us thrown, Dotting the shoreless watery wild, We mortal millions live alone. The islands feel the enclasping flow, And then their endless bounds they know.
Page 23 - So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men, And Death once dead, there's no more dying then.
Page 366 - So, some tempestuous morn in early June, When the year's primal burst of bloom is o'er, Before the roses and the longest day — When garden-walks and all the grassy floor With blossoms red and white of fallen May And chestnut-flowers are strewn...
Page 261 - TAXES upon every article which enters into the mouth, or covers the back, or is placed under the foot — taxes upon everything which it is pleasant to see, hear, feel, smell, or taste — taxes upon warmth, light, and locomotion — taxes on everything on earth, and the waters under the earth...
Page 357 - Now the wild white horses play, Champ and chafe and toss in the spray. Children dear, let us away! This way, this way! . Call her once before you go — 10 Call once yet! In a voice that she will know: 'Margaret! Margaret!
Page 24 - He who would do good to another must do it in Minute Particulars. General Good is the plea of the Scoundrel, hypocrite, and flatterer...
Page 366 - High tower'd the spikes of purple orchises, Hath since our day put by The coronals of that forgotten time; Down each green bank hath gone the ploughboy's team, And only in the hidden brookside gleam Primroses, orphans of the flowery prime.
Page 262 - Taxes on everything on earth, and the waters under the earth ; on everything that comes from abroad, or is grown at home. Taxes on the raw material ; taxes on every fresh value that is added to it by the industry of man.
Page 350 - Wandering between two worlds, one dead, The other powerless to be born, With nowhere yet to rest my head, Like these, on earth I wait forlorn. Their faith, my tears, the world deride; I come to shed them at their side.
Page 358 - And wonders how she lives, and what the thoughts Of that poor drudge may be; so Rustum eyed The unknown adventurous Youth...

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