Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volum 36W. Blackwood & Sons, 1834 |
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Pàgina 4
... beautiful as eggs in an ant - hill . Not to seem singular , we too lunched ; for we never leave home without a newspaper of ham sandwiches , and the " mountain- dew " had " wauken'd that sleeping dowg , " our dormant appetite . Seldom ...
... beautiful as eggs in an ant - hill . Not to seem singular , we too lunched ; for we never leave home without a newspaper of ham sandwiches , and the " mountain- dew " had " wauken'd that sleeping dowg , " our dormant appetite . Seldom ...
Pàgina 8
... beautiful vale - nay , one half as beautiful - is not in the known world . Wonderful how , without crowding , it can hold so many groves ! Yet numerous as they are , they do not injure the effect of the noble single trees planted by the ...
... beautiful vale - nay , one half as beautiful - is not in the known world . Wonderful how , without crowding , it can hold so many groves ! Yet numerous as they are , they do not injure the effect of the noble single trees planted by the ...
Pàgina 9
... beautiful as they were - for , gazing into the mirror , we beheld such an Image ! What but the image of ourselves and Colon- say standing upside down - in the air ! For the water had disappeared , -yet undisturbed as our reality be ...
... beautiful as they were - for , gazing into the mirror , we beheld such an Image ! What but the image of ourselves and Colon- say standing upside down - in the air ! For the water had disappeared , -yet undisturbed as our reality be ...
Pàgina 14
... beautiful that is not somewhat rare - a saying that the infant morning can refute , by shaking from the foxglove millions of lovelier pearls than ever were brought up by diver from Indian seas . But though the coppice was of hazel ...
... beautiful that is not somewhat rare - a saying that the infant morning can refute , by shaking from the foxglove millions of lovelier pearls than ever were brought up by diver from Indian seas . But though the coppice was of hazel ...
Pàgina 15
... beautiful happiness of the scene into our heart - lake , trees , hills , houses , humanities , heavens , and all- " swift as an arrow from a Tartar's bow , " we shot away to- wards White Moss . Where , thought we , may be Sam ? Symptoms ...
... beautiful happiness of the scene into our heart - lake , trees , hills , houses , humanities , heavens , and all- " swift as an arrow from a Tartar's bow , " we shot away to- wards White Moss . Where , thought we , may be Sam ? Symptoms ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 566 - Beyond the shadow of the ship, I watched the water-snakes: They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes. Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire: Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam; and every track Was a flash of golden fire.
Pàgina 548 - Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently ! Around thee and above, Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass : methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge ! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity ! 0 dread and silent mount ! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought : entranced in prayer, I worshipped the Invisible alone.
Pàgina 549 - Thou too, hoar Mount! with thy sky-pointing peaks, Oft from whose feet the avalanche, unheard, Shoots downward, glittering through the pure serene Into the depth of clouds, that veil thy breast— Thou too again, stupendous Mountain!
Pàgina 561 - Beneath the lamp the lady bowed, And slowly rolled her eyes around; Then drawing in her breath aloud, Like one that shuddered, she unbound The cincture from beneath her breast: Her silken robe, and inner vest, Dropt to her feet, and full in view, Behold! her bosom and half her side A sight to dream of, not to tell!
Pàgina 566 - And all together pray. While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends. And youths and maidens gay...
Pàgina 548 - Ye ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain — Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — God! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!
Pàgina 563 - By thy long grey beard and glittering eye, Now wherefore stopp'st thou me? 'The Bridegroom's doors are opened wide, And I am next of kin; The guests are met, the feast is set: May'st hear the merry din.
Pàgina 563 - The wedding-guest he beat his breast, Yet he cannot choose but hear ! And thus spake on that ancient man, The bright-eyed Mariner.
Pàgina 541 - O pure of heart ! thou need'st not ask of me What this strong music in the soul may be ! What, and wherein it doth exist, This light, this glory, this fair luminous mist, This beautiful and beauty-making power.
Pàgina 565 - And every tongue, through utter drought, Was withered at the root; "We could not speak, no more than if We had been choked with soot. "Ah! well-a-day! what evil looks Had I from old and young! Instead of the cross, the Albatross About my neck was hung.