The Analyst: A Quarterly Journal of Science, Literature, Natural History, and the Fine Arts, Volum 6

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Edward Mammatt
Simpkin and Marshall, 1837

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Pàgina 252 - Nay, do not think I flatter ; For what advancement may I hope from thee, That no revenue hast, but thy good spirits, To feed and clothe thee ? Why should the poor be flatter'd ? No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp ; And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee, Where thrift may follow fawning.
Pàgina 248 - I have of late , (but wherefore I know not) lost all my mirth, foregone all custom of exercises; and, indeed, it goes so heavily with my disposition, that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy , the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appeareth nothing to me, but a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Pàgina 247 - O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown! The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword; The expectancy and rose of the fair state, The glass of fashion and the mould of form, The observed of all observers, quite, quite down!
Pàgina 250 - Remember thee! Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there; And thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven!
Pàgina 303 - And as a vesture shalt thou fold them up, and they shall be changed: but thou art the same, and thy years shall not fail.
Pàgina 249 - O God ! I could be bounded in a nut-shell, and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.
Pàgina 301 - Rise on the earth, or earth rise on the sun; He from the east his flaming road begin, Or she from west her silent course advance, With inoffensive pace, that spinning sleeps On her soft axle, while she paces even, And bears the soft with the smooth air along...
Pàgina 86 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The Child is father of the Man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Pàgina 247 - That suck'd the honey of his music vows, Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh...
Pàgina 253 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.

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