Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Band 27W. Blackwood & Sons, 1830 |
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... beautiful terraces to which we have alluded , or in the remotest degree impugning the elegance of their architecture , we would venture to ask , if simplicity and fitness would not have awakened more agreeable associations , than those ...
... beautiful terraces to which we have alluded , or in the remotest degree impugning the elegance of their architecture , we would venture to ask , if simplicity and fitness would not have awakened more agreeable associations , than those ...
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... beautiful specimens of the residential style we have ever seen , either at home or abroad - the Mar- quis of Stafford's mansion , which was intended for the residence of the late Duke of York . We do not know if it has yet received a ...
... beautiful specimens of the residential style we have ever seen , either at home or abroad - the Mar- quis of Stafford's mansion , which was intended for the residence of the late Duke of York . We do not know if it has yet received a ...
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... beautiful . The lower lip just protruded enough to rescue it from that symptom of fatuity - its re- treat- " Some bee had stung it new- ly . " Her brow , as I said before , was not marked enough for the beau - ideal of a tragic empress ...
... beautiful . The lower lip just protruded enough to rescue it from that symptom of fatuity - its re- treat- " Some bee had stung it new- ly . " Her brow , as I said before , was not marked enough for the beau - ideal of a tragic empress ...
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... beautiful exclamation in Holy Writ- " Oh ! that my head were wa- ters , and mine eyes a fountain of tears , that I might weep day and night ! " To use an old simile , she looked like a lily bent beneath a thunder - shower . Tears were ...
... beautiful exclamation in Holy Writ- " Oh ! that my head were wa- ters , and mine eyes a fountain of tears , that I might weep day and night ! " To use an old simile , she looked like a lily bent beneath a thunder - shower . Tears were ...
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... beautiful girls . Playful the sweet creatures may be , sportive as the first breeze in May - but comic they must not be . Only consider for a moment whether , in real life , the dashing , intriguing , repartee - ma- king young ladies ...
... beautiful girls . Playful the sweet creatures may be , sportive as the first breeze in May - but comic they must not be . Only consider for a moment whether , in real life , the dashing , intriguing , repartee - ma- king young ladies ...
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Seite 140 - Not Chaos, not The darkest pit of lowest Erebus, Nor aught of blinder vacancy, scooped out By help of dreams, can breed such fear and awe As fall upon us often when we look Into our Minds, into the Mind of Man, My haunt, and the main region of my song.
Seite 448 - Lay their bulwarks on the brine; While the sign of battle flew On the lofty British line : It was ten of April morn by the chime : As they drifted on their path, There was silence deep as death; And the boldest held his breath, For a time. But the might of England flushed To anticipate the scene; And her van the fleeter rushed O'er the deadly space between. 'Hearts of oak!
Seite 109 - In regions mild of calm and serene air, Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call Earth, and, with low-thoughted care.
Seite 225 - Both thy bondmen, and thy bondmaids, which thou shalt have, shall be of the heathen that are round about you ; of them shall ye buy bondmen and bondmaids. Moreover of the children of the strangers that do sojourn among you, of them shall ye buy, and of their families that are with you, which they begat in your land : and they shall be your possession. And ye shall take them as an inheritance for your children after you, to inherit them for a possession; they shall be your bondmen for ever...
Seite 66 - Gordon ; and every day, from the rising up of the sun to the going down of the same, pray for his health and vigour.
Seite 154 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry.
Seite 412 - Tis time this heart should be unmoved, Since others it hath ceased to move : Yet, though I cannot be beloved, Still let me love! My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone ; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone...
Seite 41 - To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery. Take the instant way For honour travels in a strait so narrow, W'here one but goes abreast: keep then the path; For emulation hath a thousand sons, That one by one pursue: If you give way...
Seite 153 - Nor martial shout, nor minstrel tone, Announced their march, their tread alone : At times one warning trumpet blown, At times a stifled hum, Told England, from his mountain-throne, King James did rushing come...
Seite 443 - People have wondered at the melancholy which runs through my writings. Others have wondered at my personal gaiety. But I recollect once, after an hour in which I had been sincerely and particularly gay and rather brilliant, in company, my wife replying to me when I said (upon her remarking my high spirits), ' And yet, Bell, I have been called and miscalled melancholy — you must have seen how falsely, frequently ? ' — ' No, Byron,' she answered, ' it is not so : at heart you are the most melancholy...