The Port Folio, Volume 7

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Editor and Asbury Dickens, 1812 - Philadelphia (Pa.)
 

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Page 125 - the Lord in their trouble, and he bringeth them out of their distresses. He maketh a storm a calm, so that the -waves thereof are still. Then are they glad because they be quiet; so he bringeth them unto their desired haven.
Page 125 - go down again to the depths, their soul is melted because of trouble. They reel to and fro, and stagger like a drunken man, and are at their wits end. Then they cry unto the Lord in their trouble, and he bringeth them out of their distresses. He maketh
Page 537 - flying fingers kiss'd the strings, Love fram'd with Mirth a gay fantastic round; Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound, And he, amidst his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand odors from his dewy wings.
Page 248 - Undazzled, and detects and counts his spots? " In London: where her implements exact, " With which she calculates, computes, and scans " All distance, motion, magnitude, and now " Measures an atom, and now girds a world? " In London. Where has commerce such a mart, " So rich, so throng'd, so drain'd, and so supplied, " As London? — opulent, enlarged, and still
Page 288 - To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart, To make mankind, in conscious virtue bold, Live o'er each scene, and be what they behold—
Page 272 - were always analytic: they broke every image- into fragments, and could no more represent, by their slender conceits and laboured particularities, the prospects of nature, than he who dissects a sunbeam with a prism, can exhibit the wide effulgence of a summer noon.
Page 537 - lov'd the best. They would have thought, who heard the strain They saw in Tempi's vale her native maids, Amidst the festal sounding shades, To some unwearied minstrel dancing, While, as
Page 6 - as the savage sits upon the stone That marks where stood her capitols, and hears The bittern booming in the weeds, he shrinks From the dismaying- solitude.—Her bards Sing in a language that hath perished; And their wild harps, suspended o'er their graves, Sigh to the desert winds a dying strain.
Page 537 - Last came Joy's ecstatic trial: He, with viny crown advancing, First to the lively pipe his hand addrest, But soon he saw the brisk-awakening viol, "Whose sweet entrancing voice lie
Page 272 - of thought, which at once fills the whole mind, and of which the first effect is sudden astonishment, and the second, rational admiration." " Great thoughts are always general, and consist in positions not limited by exceptions,

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