Hogg's Weekly Instructor, Bände 1-2J. Hogg, 1848 |
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... Happy Man 200 Public Charity Prose about Poetry 241 Charity Boy , the 49 309 Count Pott's Strategy 250 Sixes and Sevens Scottish Language , the Ragged Philosopher , the 369 Cranky Tom 121 17 Echoes from the Jail 137 102 Forget - Me ...
... Happy Man 200 Public Charity Prose about Poetry 241 Charity Boy , the 49 309 Count Pott's Strategy 250 Sixes and Sevens Scottish Language , the Ragged Philosopher , the 369 Cranky Tom 121 17 Echoes from the Jail 137 102 Forget - Me ...
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... happy - looking than ever . ' Well , Frank , ' quoth we , how did you like the tread - mill ? ' Why , sir , the work's hardish and the company low , but the living's certain and the lodging dry . For a man in want of regular employment ...
... happy - looking than ever . ' Well , Frank , ' quoth we , how did you like the tread - mill ? ' Why , sir , the work's hardish and the company low , but the living's certain and the lodging dry . For a man in want of regular employment ...
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... happy child . ' ORIGINAL POETRY . SONNET . Why do I fancy in my noon of life , Ere any furrows yet unsmooth my brow , That this fair globe no more of beauty now To me can show - that Time , so lately rife With joys that compensate all ...
... happy child . ' ORIGINAL POETRY . SONNET . Why do I fancy in my noon of life , Ere any furrows yet unsmooth my brow , That this fair globe no more of beauty now To me can show - that Time , so lately rife With joys that compensate all ...
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... Happy , happy , happy morning ! O how dear to us you are ! Sweeter sing the birds this morning ; Brighter shines the sun above , Flowers appear still more adorning Every bower and every grove . Happy , happy , happy morning ! All is ...
... Happy , happy , happy morning ! O how dear to us you are ! Sweeter sing the birds this morning ; Brighter shines the sun above , Flowers appear still more adorning Every bower and every grove . Happy , happy , happy morning ! All is ...
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... happy may quaff wine , or those who wish to forget their misery . I , who am not happy , and do not wish to forget my wo , am content with the clear stream , or tears if they could be found in sufficient liba- tions . ' This is a lovely ...
... happy may quaff wine , or those who wish to forget their misery . I , who am not happy , and do not wish to forget my wo , am content with the clear stream , or tears if they could be found in sufficient liba- tions . ' This is a lovely ...
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Beliebte Passagen
Seite 172 - Canst thou by searching find out God? canst thou find out the Almighty unto perfection? It is as high as heaven; what canst thou do? deeper than hell; what canst thou know? The measure thereof is longer than the earth, and broader than the sea.
Seite 147 - Anon his heart revives: her vespers done, Of all its wreathed pearls her hair she frees; Unclasps her warmed jewels one by one; Loosens her fragrant boddice; by degrees Her rich attire creeps rustling to her knees: Half-hidden, like a mermaid in seaweed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees, In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled.
Seite 145 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: — Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Seite 180 - Their poison is like the poison of a serpent: they are like the deaf adder that stoppeth her ear; 5 Which will not hearken to the voice of charmers, charming never so wisely.
Seite 178 - And Elisha prayed, and said, LORD, I pray thee, open his eyes, that he may see. And the LORD opened the eyes of the young man; and he saw: and, behold, the mountain was full of horses and chariots of fire round about Elisha.
Seite 272 - A man may be a heretic in the truth ; and if he believe things only because his pastor says so, or the assembly so determines, without knowing other reason, though his belief be true, yet the very truth he holds becomes his heresy.
Seite 172 - As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away: so he that goeth down to the grave shall come up no more.
Seite 147 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for Heaven's grace and boon; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint: She seem'da splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven: — Porphyro grew faint: She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
Seite 88 - Their port was more than human, as they stood : I took it for a faery vision Of some gay creatures of the element, That in the colours of the rainbow live, And play i
Seite 148 - Who are these coming to the sacrifice? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest ? What little town by river or sea shore, Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel, Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn ? And, little town, thy streets for evermore Will silent be ; and not a soul to tell Why thou art desolate, can e'er return.