The Miscellaneous Works of Henry Mackenzie

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Harper & brothers, 1847 - 512 pages
 

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Page 111 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny ; You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face, You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve : Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Page 480 - More than forty years ago, an English philosopher, whose works have since been read and admired by all Europe, resided at a little town in France. Some disappointments in his native country had first driven him abroad, and he was afterwards induced to remain there, from having found, in this retreat, where the connections even of nation and language were avoided, a perfect seclusion and retirement highly favourable to the development of abstract subjects, in which he excelled all the writers of his...
Page 86 - The little dogs and all, Tray, Blanche, and Sweetheart, see, they bark at me...
Page 173 - ... suffering, instead of finding enjoyment. To be busy as one ought, is an easy art; but to know how to be idle, is a very superior accomplishment. This difficulty is much increased with persons to whom the habit of employment has made some active exertion necessary; who cannot sleep contented in the torpor of indolence, or amuse themselves with those lighter trifles in which he, who inherited idleness as he did fortune, from his ancestors, has been accustomed to find amusement. The miseries and...
Page 126 - ... insensible to the pleasures of home, to the little joys and endearments of a family, to the affection of relations, to the fidelity of domestics. Next to being well with his own conscience, the friendship and attachment of a man's family and dependants seems to me one of the most comfortable circumstances in his lot.
Page 37 - I am grown naughty of late : I have almost forgotten to think of heaven : yet I pray sometimes; when I can, I pray ; and sometimes I sing : when I am saddest, I sing. You shall hear me hush ! " Light be the earth on Billy's breast And green the sod that wraps his grave.
Page 206 - Thou mad'st me what I am, with all the spirit, Aspiring thoughts and elegant desires That fill the happiest man ? Ah ! rather why Didst thou not form me sordid as my fate, Base-minded, dull, and fit to carry burdens? Why have I sense to know the curse that's on me? Is this just dealing. Nature ? Belvidera ! Enter BELVIDERA.
Page 95 - ... back on the tenor of my life, with the consciousness of few great offences to account for. There are blemishes, I confess, which deform in some degree the picture. But I know the benignity of the Supreme Being, and rejoice at the thoughts of its exertion in my favour. My mind expands at the thought I shall enter into the society of the blessed, wise as angels, with the simplicity of children.
Page 30 - ... folks will always listen when the tale is their own ; and of many who say they do not believe in fortunetelling, I have known few on whom it had not a very sensible effect. I pick up the names of their acquaintance; amours and little squabbles are easily gleaned among servants and neighbors ; and indeed people themselves...
Page 71 - Trusty ; he gave a short howl, and died ! — I could have lain down and died too ; but God gave me strength to live for my children." The old man now paused a moment to take breath. He eyed Harley's face ; it was bathed with tears : the story was grown familiar to himself; he dropped one tear, and no more. " Though I was poor," continued he, " I was not altogether without credit.

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