The Foreign quarterly review [ed. by J.G. Cochrane].

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John George Cochrane
1838
 

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Page 426 - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time Calm or convulsed — in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving; boundless, endless, and sublime — The image of Eternity — the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless...
Page 427 - O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea, Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free, Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, Survey our empire, and behold our home!
Page 426 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed...
Page 425 - He that has sail'd upon the dark blue sea Has view'd at times, I ween, a full fair sight ; When the fresh breeze is fair -as breeze may be, The white sail set, the gallant frigate tight...
Page 427 - Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, And danced in triumph o'er the waters wide, The exulting sense — the pulse's maddening play, That thrills the wanderer of that trackless way ? That for itself can woo the approaching fight, And turn what some deem danger to delight...
Page 127 - Because thou hast hearkened unto the voice of thy wife, and hast eaten of the tree, of which I commanded thee, saying. Thou shall not eat of it'. " "Cursed is the ground for thy sake; In sorrow shall thou eat of it all the days of thy life.
Page 427 - Let him who crawls enamour'd of decay, Cling to his couch, and sicken years away; Heave his thick breath, and shake his palsied head ; Ours — the fresh turf, and not the feverish bed.
Page 428 - How gloriously her gallant course she goes ! Her white wings flying — never from her foes — She walks the waters like a thing of life, And seems to dare the elements to strife.
Page 378 - I much fear that this country (however earnestly she may endeavour to avoid it) could not, in such case, avoid seeing ranked under her banners all the restless and dissatisfied of any nation with which she might come in conflict.
Page 15 - We could not get him on, and after burying the bodies, Aman and I, and a few others, sat by him while the gang went on : we were very fond of him, and tried all we could to tranquillize him, but he never recovered his senses, and before evening he died.

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