Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volum 6W. Blackwood & Sons, 1820 |
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... sure that any one has had so much rea son to complain of the slowness and ina- dequacy of the attention bestowed upon him as this gentleman , who is , com paratively speaking , a veteran of no inconsiderable standing . It is not easy to ...
... sure that any one has had so much rea son to complain of the slowness and ina- dequacy of the attention bestowed upon him as this gentleman , who is , com paratively speaking , a veteran of no inconsiderable standing . It is not easy to ...
Pàgina 3
... sure that any one has had so much rea son to complain of the slowness and ina- dequacy of the attention bestowed upon him as this gentleman , who is , com paratively speaking , a veteran of no inconsiderable standing . It is not easy to ...
... sure that any one has had so much rea son to complain of the slowness and ina- dequacy of the attention bestowed upon him as this gentleman , who is , com paratively speaking , a veteran of no inconsiderable standing . It is not easy to ...
Pàgina 7
... Sure my kind saint took pity on me , And I blessed them unaware . The self same moment I could pray ; And from my neck so free The Albatross fell off , and sank Like lead into the sea . It is needless to proceed any longer in this , for ...
... Sure my kind saint took pity on me , And I blessed them unaware . The self same moment I could pray ; And from my neck so free The Albatross fell off , and sank Like lead into the sea . It is needless to proceed any longer in this , for ...
Pàgina 9
... sure as Heaven shall rescue me , I have no thought what men they be ; Nor do I know how long it is ( For I have lain in fits , I wis ) Since one , the tallest of the five , Took me from the palfrey's back , A weary woman , scarce alive ...
... sure as Heaven shall rescue me , I have no thought what men they be ; Nor do I know how long it is ( For I have lain in fits , I wis ) Since one , the tallest of the five , Took me from the palfrey's back , A weary woman , scarce alive ...
Pàgina 16
... sure in time the coldest bosom move- Mine was not cold - she lov'd to hear me sing , And sometimes touch'd with playful hand the string- And when I wak'd some melancholy strain , She wept , and smil'd - and bade me sing again- So many a ...
... sure in time the coldest bosom move- Mine was not cold - she lov'd to hear me sing , And sometimes touch'd with playful hand the string- And when I wak'd some melancholy strain , She wept , and smil'd - and bade me sing again- So many 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.