The Edinburgh Magazine and Literary Miscellany, Volume 94Archibald Constable and Company, 1824 |
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... o'er the lagune We glided ; and from that funereal bark I lean'd , and saw the city , and could mark How from their many isles , in evening's gleam , Its temples and its palaces did seem Like fabrics of enchantment pil'd to heav'n . How ...
... o'er the lagune We glided ; and from that funereal bark I lean'd , and saw the city , and could mark How from their many isles , in evening's gleam , Its temples and its palaces did seem Like fabrics of enchantment pil'd to heav'n . How ...
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... o'er its gentle countenance did play The busy dreams , as thick as summer flies , Chasing the rapid smiles that would not stay , And drinking the warm tears , and the sweet sighs Inhaling , which , with busy murmur vain , They had arous ...
... o'er its gentle countenance did play The busy dreams , as thick as summer flies , Chasing the rapid smiles that would not stay , And drinking the warm tears , and the sweet sighs Inhaling , which , with busy murmur vain , They had arous ...
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... o'er my dying brain its last monotony . Some might lament that I were cold , As I , when this sweet day is gone , Which my lost heart , too soon grown old , Insults with this untimely moan ; They might lament , for I am one Whom men ...
... o'er my dying brain its last monotony . Some might lament that I were cold , As I , when this sweet day is gone , Which my lost heart , too soon grown old , Insults with this untimely moan ; They might lament , for I am one Whom men ...
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... o'er memory steal ! My father's voice struggling wi ' kindness an ' grief , My father's wee cot rises fresh on my view , An ' his bosom's deep heave wi ' the sad parting sigh ; An ' the lang ash - tree soughing abune the lum - head ; An ...
... o'er memory steal ! My father's voice struggling wi ' kindness an ' grief , My father's wee cot rises fresh on my view , An ' his bosom's deep heave wi ' the sad parting sigh ; An ' the lang ash - tree soughing abune the lum - head ; An ...
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... o'er my cheek and brow , when I en- tered the Scotch - gate , where former- ly the heads of my gallant , though misled countrymen , blackened in the sun and storm . I did not make any stop in the town , -I could not , -it was not a ...
... o'er my cheek and brow , when I en- tered the Scotch - gate , where former- ly the heads of my gallant , though misled countrymen , blackened in the sun and storm . I did not make any stop in the town , -I could not , -it was not a ...
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Page 80 - REMEMBER now thy Creator in the days of thy youth, while the evil days come not, nor the years draw nigh, when thou shalt say, I have no pleasure in them...
Page 266 - Then Jesus said unto them, Verily, verily, I say unto you, Except ye eat the flesh of the Son of man, and drink his blood, ye have no life in you.
Page 313 - I had rather be a kitten, and cry mew, Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers ; I had rather hear a brazen canstick turn'd, Or a dry wheel grate on the axle-tree ; And that would set my teeth nothing on edge, Nothing so much as mincing poetry ; — 'Tis like the forc'd gait of a shuffling nag.
Page 35 - One science only will one genius fit ; So vast is art, so narrow human wit : Not only bounded to peculiar arts, But oft in those confin'd to single parts.
Page 16 - WHEN the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead — When the cloud is scattered The rainbow's glory is shed. When the lute is broken, Sweet tones are remembered not; When the lips have spoken, Loved accents are soon forgot.
Page 16 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are ; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear...
Page 266 - I am the living bread which came down out of heaven: if any man eat of this bread, he shall live for ever: yea and the bread which I will give is my flesh, for the life of the world.
Page 17 - How shall ever one like me Win thee back again? With the joyous and the free Thou wilt scoff at pain. Spirit false! thou hast forgot All but those who need thee not. As a lizard with the shade Of a trembling leaf, Thou with sorrow art dismayed; Even the sighs of grief Reproach thee, that thou art not near, And reproach thou wilt not hear.
Page 266 - Take, eat; this is my body which is given for you ; do this in remembrance of me. Likewise after supper he took the cup; and when he had given thanks, he gave it to them, saying, Drink ye all of this; for this is my blood of the New Testament, which is shed for you and for many, for the remission of sins; do this, as oft as ye shall drink it, in remembrance of me.
Page 259 - Amen, amen, I say to you, he that believeth in me, the works that I do, he also shall do; and greater than these shall he do: because I go to the Father.