Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Band 66William Blackwood, 1849 |
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... human , that drove him out . Your first Love ? SEWARD . NORTH . In a week she was in heaven . My friends - in childhood - our whole future life would sometimes seem to be at the mercy of such small events as these . Small call them not ...
... human , that drove him out . Your first Love ? SEWARD . NORTH . In a week she was in heaven . My friends - in childhood - our whole future life would sometimes seem to be at the mercy of such small events as these . Small call them not ...
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... human race . He is now a Boanerges - a son of thunder - and he begins with Jove . The sublimity comes in a moment . " Ipse Pater , mediâ nimborum in nocte " -and is sustained to the close - the last line being great as the first - and ...
... human race . He is now a Boanerges - a son of thunder - and he begins with Jove . The sublimity comes in a moment . " Ipse Pater , mediâ nimborum in nocte " -and is sustained to the close - the last line being great as the first - and ...
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... human love made sad and musical , Yet full of high philosophy withal , Poured from thy wizard harp o'er land and main ! A thousand hearts will waken at its call , And breathe the prayer they breathed in earlier youth , - May o'er thy ...
... human love made sad and musical , Yet full of high philosophy withal , Poured from thy wizard harp o'er land and main ! A thousand hearts will waken at its call , And breathe the prayer they breathed in earlier youth , - May o'er thy ...
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... human life . TALBOYS . I never lost a single word you said , sir , during those days , breathing in every sense " vernal delight and joy , " yet all the while I was taking lessons in the art . The flexure of your shoulder - the sweep of ...
... human life . TALBOYS . I never lost a single word you said , sir , during those days , breathing in every sense " vernal delight and joy , " yet all the while I was taking lessons in the art . The flexure of your shoulder - the sweep of ...
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... human Folly , But merrily , merrily sing - fal la ! " BULLER . What a sweet pipe ! A single snatch of an old song from you , NORTH . Why are you glowering at me , Talboys ? TALBOYS . sir- It has come into my head , I know not how , to ...
... human Folly , But merrily , merrily sing - fal la ! " BULLER . What a sweet pipe ! A single snatch of an old song from you , NORTH . Why are you glowering at me , Talboys ? TALBOYS . sir- It has come into my head , I know not how , to ...
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amongst arms Baden Banquo beauty better British BULLER called captain Carlsruhe Castleton character Charles Lamb Cladich colonies colour convicts dark dear death deck Dominique doubt England English eyes face fancy father favour fear feeling gentleman Gingham give hand head hear heard heart honour hope hour interest King labour Lady land light living London look Lord Dudley Stuart Lynmouth Macbeth marriage mate means ment mind moral murder nature never night NORTH once party Pepys PISISTRATUS Poet poor present racter Redburn revolution Roland round Russia Sardinia scene Scotland seemed SEWARD Shakspeare ship side soon South Wales spirit taffrail TALBOYS tell thing thought tion Trevanion truth turn Ulverstone uncle Vivian Wales Westwood whole words young
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Seite 20 - O'er bog or steep, through strait, rough, dense, or rare, With head, hands, wings, or feet, pursues his way, And swims, or sinks, or wades, or creeps, or flies.
Seite 608 - Golden opinions from all sorts of people, Which would be worn now in their newest gloss, Not cast aside so soon. Lady M. Was the hope drunk Wherein you dress'd yourself ? hath it slept since ? And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely ? From this time Such I account thy love. Art thou...
Seite 621 - Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind.
Seite 630 - She should have died hereafter ; There would have been a time for such a word. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death.
Seite 629 - Nought's had, all's spent, Where our desire is got without content : 'Tis safer to be that which we destroy, Than, by destruction, dwell in doubtful joy.
Seite 612 - Live you ? or are you aught That man may question ? You seem to understand me, By each at once her choppy finger laying Upon her skinny lips. — You should be women, And yet your beards forbid me to interpret That you are so.
Seite 335 - we are long alone; The sea grows stormy, the little ones moan.
Seite 244 - In the most high and palmy state of Rome, A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets...
Seite 607 - Be innocent of the knowledge , dearest chuck , Till thou applaud the deed. — Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day; And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale!
Seite 360 - Horribly beautiful ! but on the verge, From side to side, beneath the glittering morn, An Iris sits, amidst the infernal surge, Like Hope upon a death-bed, and, unworn Its steady dyes while all around is torn ' By the distracted waters, bears serene Its brilliant hues with all their beams unshorn ; Resembling, 'mid the torture of the scene, Love watching Madness with unalterable mien.