The Sewanee Review, Volume 2

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University of the South, 1894
 

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Page 207 - Parsimony, and not industry, is the immediate cause of the increase of capital. Industry, indeed, provides the subject which parsimony accumulates. But whatever industry might acquire, if parsimony did not save and store up, the capital would never be the greater.
Page 376 - ... still occasionally start up in all the vigour and intelligence of insulted nature : — to be governed at all, they must be governed with a rod of iron ; and our empire in the East would...
Page 395 - Hi in curribus, et hi in equis: nos autem in nomine Domini Dei nostri invocabimus.
Page 148 - Then from a neighboring thicket the mocking-bird, wildest of singers, Swinging aloft on a willow spray that hung o'er the water, Shook from his little throat such floods of delirious music. That the whole air and the woods and the waves seemed silent to listen.
Page 203 - the graceful mien and manly looks," which our popular Scotch song has justly attributed to that character. He had his Tartan, plaid thrown about him, a large blue bonnet with a knot of black ribband like a cockade, a brown short coat of a kind of duffil, a Tartan waistcoat with gold buttons and gold button-holes, a bluish philibeg, and Tartan hose. He had jet black hair tied behind, and was a large stately man, with a steady sensible countenance.
Page 203 - Tartan waistcoat with gold buttons and gold button-holes, a bluish philibeg, and Tartan hose. He had jet black hair tied behind, and was a large stately man, with a steady sensible countenance. There was a comfortable parlour with a good fire, and a dram went round. By and by supper was served, at which there appeared the lady of the house, the celebrated Miss Flora Macdonald. She is a little woman, of a genteel appearance, and uncommonly mild and well bred.
Page 36 - Hast thou then still the old unquiet breast, Which neither deadens into rest, Nor ever feels the fiery glow That whirls the spirit from itself away, But fluctuates to and fro, Never by passion quite possessed And never quite benumbed by the world's sway?
Page 158 - In these cold shades, beneath these shifting skies, Where Fancy sickens, and where Genius dies, Where few and feeble are the Muse's strains, And no fine frenzy riots in the veins, There still are found a few to whom belong The fire of virtue and the soul of song.
Page 318 - When on an idler's bed I stretch myself in quiet, There let, at once, my record end! Canst thou with lying flattery rule me, Until, self-pleased, myself I see, — Canst thou with rich enjoyment fool me, Let that day be the last for me! The bet I offer. Mephistopheles Done! Faust And heartily! When thus I hail the Moment flying: "Ah, still delay — thou art so fair!
Page 384 - ... that our system leaves open, and must leave open, to the legislatures, and of the clear limits of judicial power; so that responsibility may be brought sharply home where it belongs. The checking and cutting down of legislative power, by numerous detailed prohibitions in the constitution, cannot be accomplished without making the government petty and incompetent. This process has already been carried much too far in some of our States. Under no system can the power of courts go far to save a...

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