Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volum 6W. Blackwood & Sons, 1820 |
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Pàgina 6
... Fear at my heart , as at a cup , My life - blood seem'd to sip ! The stars were dim , and thick the night , The steersman's face by his lamp gleam'd white ; From the sails the dews did drip- Till clombe above the eastern bar The horned ...
... Fear at my heart , as at a cup , My life - blood seem'd to sip ! The stars were dim , and thick the night , The steersman's face by his lamp gleam'd white ; From the sails the dews did drip- Till clombe above the eastern bar The horned ...
Pàgina 9
... fear , ( Said Christabel , ) How cam'st thou here ? And the lady , whose voice was faint and sweet , Did thus pursue her answer meet : —— My sire is of a noble line , And my name is Geraldine . Five warriors seiz'd me yestermorn , Me ...
... fear , ( Said Christabel , ) How cam'st thou here ? And the lady , whose voice was faint and sweet , Did thus pursue her answer meet : —— My sire is of a noble line , And my name is Geraldine . Five warriors seiz'd me yestermorn , Me ...
Pàgina 10
... fear , They cross'd the court : right glad they were . And Christabel devoutly cried , To the lady by her side , Praise we the Virgin all divine Who hath rescued thee from thy distress ! Alas , Alas ! said Geraldine , I cannot speak for ...
... fear , They cross'd the court : right glad they were . And Christabel devoutly cried , To the lady by her side , Praise we the Virgin all divine Who hath rescued thee from thy distress ! Alas , Alas ! said Geraldine , I cannot speak for ...
Pàgina 12
... Fear , And partly ' twas a bashful art , That I might rather feel , than see , The swelling of her heart . I calm'd her fears , and she was calm , And told her love with virgin - pride , And so I won my Genevieve , My bright and ...
... Fear , And partly ' twas a bashful art , That I might rather feel , than see , The swelling of her heart . I calm'd her fears , and she was calm , And told her love with virgin - pride , And so I won my Genevieve , My bright and ...
Pàgina 13
... fear ; and even over his pictures of ordinary life , and its ordi- nary emotions , there is ever and anon the " glimmer and the gloom " of an imagination that loves to steal away from the earth we inhabit , and to bring back upon it a ...
... fear ; and even over his pictures of ordinary life , and its ordi- nary emotions , there is ever and anon the " glimmer and the gloom " of an imagination that loves to steal away from the earth we inhabit , and to bring back upon it a ...
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Pàgina 271 - And as he prayed, the fashion of his countenance was altered, and his raiment was white and glistering. 30 And, behold, there talked with him two men, which were Moses and Elias: 31 Who appeared in glory, and spake of his decease which he should accomplish at Jerusalem.
Pàgina 354 - Triumph, my Britain, thou hast one to show To whom all scenes of Europe homage owe; He was not of an age, but for all time! And all the Muses still were in their prime When like Apollo he came forth to warm Our ears, or like a Mercury to charm! Nature herself was proud of his designs, And joyed to wear the dressing of his lines!
Pàgina 2 - Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope ! my joy ! my Genevieve ! She loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I played a soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story — An old, rude song that suited well That ruin wild and hoary.
Pàgina 57 - I saw a smith stand with his hammer, thus, The whilst his iron did on the anvil cool, With open mouth swallowing a tailor's news ; Who, with his shears and measure in his hand, Standing on slippers, (which his nimble haste Had falsely thrust upon contrary feet) Told of a many thousand warlike French, That were embattailed and rank'd in Kent.
Pàgina 139 - More graceful than her own. His wandering step Obedient to high thoughts, has visited The awful ruins of the days of old : Athens, and Tyre, and Balbec, and the waste Where stood Jerusalem, the fallen towers Of Babylon, the eternal pyramids, Memphis and Thebes, and whatsoe'er of strange Sculptured on alabaster obelisk, Or jasper tomb, or mutilated sphynx, Dark /Ethiopia in her desert hills Conceals.
Pàgina 179 - Still o'er these scenes my memory wakes, And fondly broods with miser care ; Time but the impression deeper makes, As streams their channels deeper wear.