Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 87W. Blackwood, 1860 |
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... tell , in glory's luminous host , Which are the orbs that influence earth the most ? And every life of use so purely bright , Beams evermore a part of the world's light ; The air we breathe , its noiseless rays suffuse , Blent in the ...
... tell , in glory's luminous host , Which are the orbs that influence earth the most ? And every life of use so purely bright , Beams evermore a part of the world's light ; The air we breathe , its noiseless rays suffuse , Blent in the ...
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... tell us what their fathers told , How from those lips the glorious cataract roll'd ; And while its scorn all barrier swept away , Each wave the roughest still flash'd back the day . The effect sublime ; the cause why fritter down ? Did ...
... tell us what their fathers told , How from those lips the glorious cataract roll'd ; And while its scorn all barrier swept away , Each wave the roughest still flash'd back the day . The effect sublime ; the cause why fritter down ? Did ...
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... as I have got some sort of a story to tell ; and it is against all æsthetical rule to philosophise in the preface . I merely wish to state my conviction , that a man placed in a middle station of life 1860. ] 15 Norman Sinclair . — Part I.
... as I have got some sort of a story to tell ; and it is against all æsthetical rule to philosophise in the preface . I merely wish to state my conviction , that a man placed in a middle station of life 1860. ] 15 Norman Sinclair . — Part I.
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... tell , with affectionate prolixity , the story of my mother's death . " She was but poorly , the sweet lamb , " would Eppie say , " before the Captain gaed awa ' to thae weary wars ; and weel I mind that when they parted she grat sair ...
... tell , with affectionate prolixity , the story of my mother's death . " She was but poorly , the sweet lamb , " would Eppie say , " before the Captain gaed awa ' to thae weary wars ; and weel I mind that when they parted she grat sair ...
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... tell , was focht among the mountains , like unto that terrible battle in Mount Gilboa , where Saul , king o ' Israel , was slain . But , field or mountain , it was a ' ane . There was nae doubt o ' what had happened . The hand- some ...
... tell , was focht among the mountains , like unto that terrible battle in Mount Gilboa , where Saul , king o ' Israel , was slain . But , field or mountain , it was a ' ane . There was nae doubt o ' what had happened . The hand- some ...
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Page 326 - With bated breath, and whispering humbleness, Say this: — "Fair sir, you spit on me on Wednesday last; You spurned me such a day ; another time You called me dog; and for these courtesies I'll lend you thus much moneys ?
Page 447 - We will return no more;" And all at once they sang, "Our island home Is far beyond the wave; we will no longer roam.
Page 595 - ... a creature full of eager, passionate longings for all that was beautiful and glad ; thirsty for all knowledge ; with an ear straining after dreamy music that died away and would not come near to her ; with a blind, unconscious yearning for something that would link together the wonderful impressions of this mysterious life, and give her soul a sense of home in it.
Page 108 - On the banks of the Teche, are the towns of St. Maur and St. Martin. There the long-wandering bride shall be given again to her bridegroom, There the long-absent pastor regain his flock and his sheepfold. Beautiful is the land, with its prairies and forests of fruit-trees...
Page 451 - Howe'er you come to know it, answer me : Though you untie the winds and let them fight Against the churches ; though the yesty waves Confound and swallow navigation up ; Though bladed corn be lodg'd and trees blown down ; Though castles topple on their warders...
Page 326 - Shylock, we would have moneys :" — you say so ; You, that did void your rheum upon my beard, And foot me as you spurn a stranger cur Over your threshold : moneys is your suit. What should I say to you ? Should I not say, " Hath a dog money ? is it possible A cur can lend three thousand ducats...
Page 404 - I also leave to the beneficence of my country my adopted daughter, Horatia Nelson Thompson; and I desire she will use in future the name of Nelson only. 'These are the only favours I ask of my king and country, at this moment when I am going to fight their battle. May God bless my king and country, and all those I hold dear! My relations it is needless to mention: they will, of course, be amply provided for.
Page 136 - visits the sins of the fathers upon the children even to the third and fourth generations of them that hate him...
Page 597 - There is no sense of ease like the ease we felt in those scenes where we were born, where objects became dear to us before we had known the labour of choice, and where the outer world seemed only an extension of our own personality : we accepted and loved it as we accepted our own sense of existence and our own limbs.
Page 326 - About my moneys and my usances : Still have I borne it with a patient shrug, For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe. You call me misbeliever, cut-throat dog, And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine, And all for use of that which is mine own. Well, then, it now appears you need my help. Go to, then ; you come to me, and you say, Shylock, we would have moneys...