Tait's Edinburgh Magazine, Volum 2William Tait, Christian Isobel Johnstone W. Tait, 1833 |
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... lights upon the stream . Raymond rose up ; his lips were white as death , but his eyes calm and steady ; and he ... light of her eyes fell , and she clasped her hands on her face , " He is married to another ! " said she . Raymond ...
... lights upon the stream . Raymond rose up ; his lips were white as death , but his eyes calm and steady ; and he ... light of her eyes fell , and she clasped her hands on her face , " He is married to another ! " said she . Raymond ...
Pàgina 25
... light came to his eyes , he laid his hand upon the cross of his sword- " By His might and His hope , I hold the spell of your fate ! " said he ; " to - morrow it shall be broken ! " * * * The grey dawn was breaking in the forest of ...
... light came to his eyes , he laid his hand upon the cross of his sword- " By His might and His hope , I hold the spell of your fate ! " said he ; " to - morrow it shall be broken ! " * * * The grey dawn was breaking in the forest of ...
Pàgina 28
... light appeared beyond the black crowd of helmets and lances . It advanced slowly up the street , and at length the heavy tread of feet could be heard through the crowd , and a choir of monks chanting the penitential psalms . The solemn ...
... light appeared beyond the black crowd of helmets and lances . It advanced slowly up the street , and at length the heavy tread of feet could be heard through the crowd , and a choir of monks chanting the penitential psalms . The solemn ...
Pàgina 30
... light came into his face and he kissed her and rose up- " You never broke your word , " said he ; now I will leave ... lights had gone out , except here and there a red solitary candle shed its long still pen- As late as the 17th century ...
... light came into his face and he kissed her and rose up- " You never broke your word , " said he ; now I will leave ... lights had gone out , except here and there a red solitary candle shed its long still pen- As late as the 17th century ...
Pàgina 31
... light that shone in an upper turret . About that light was gathered all the interest of Toulouse , and perhaps an eye , born upon the gifted night , * might have seen the dim spirits leaning together over the turret , speak- ing the ...
... light that shone in an upper turret . About that light was gathered all the interest of Toulouse , and perhaps an eye , born upon the gifted night , * might have seen the dim spirits leaning together over the turret , speak- ing the ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 332 - That orbed maiden with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the Moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, Which only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees...
Pàgina 331 - The sanguine sunrise, with his meteor eyes, And his burning plumes outspread, Leaps on the back of my sailing rack, When the morning star shines dead.
Pàgina 332 - I am the daughter of Earth and Water, And the nursling of the Sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare. And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.
Pàgina 331 - I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast ; And all the night 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast.
Pàgina 29 - Again, when the wicked man turneth away from his wickedness that he hath committed, and doeth that which is lawful and right, he shall save his soul alive.
Pàgina 331 - I BRING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams ; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Pàgina 341 - And our singing shall build In the void's loose field A world for the Spirit of Wisdom to wield; We will take our plan From the new world of man, And our work shall be called the Promethean.
Pàgina 333 - Oh, lift me from the grass! I die, I faint, I fail! Let thy love in kisses rain On my lips and eyelids pale. My cheek is cold and white, alas! My heart beats loud and fast; Oh, press it close to thine again, Where it will break at last!
Pàgina 333 - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright...
Pàgina 102 - Fold their beams round the hearts of those that love, These twine their tendrils with the wedded boughs Uniting their close union ; the woven leaves Make net-work of the dark blue light of day, And the night's noontide clearness, mutable As shapes in the weird clouds. Soft mossy lawns Beneath these canopies extend their swells, Fragrant with perfumed herbs, and eyed with blooms Minute, yet beautiful.