Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volum 6W. Blackwood & Sons, 1820 |
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Pàgina 9
... thou ? The lady strange made answer meet , And her voice was faint and sweet : Have pity on my sore distress , I scarce can speak for weariness . Stretch forth thy hand , and have no fear , ( Said Christabel , ) How cam'st thou here ...
... thou ? The lady strange made answer meet , And her voice was faint and sweet : Have pity on my sore distress , I scarce can speak for weariness . Stretch forth thy hand , and have no fear , ( Said Christabel , ) How cam'st thou here ...
Pàgina 10
... thou wert here- -I would , said Geraldine she were.➡ Mark the result . 99 But soon with alter'd voice , said she- " Off , wandering mother ! Peak and pine ! " I have power to bid thee flee . " Alas ! What ails poor Geraldine ? Why ...
... thou wert here- -I would , said Geraldine she were.➡ Mark the result . 99 But soon with alter'd voice , said she- " Off , wandering mother ! Peak and pine ! " I have power to bid thee flee . " Alas ! What ails poor Geraldine ? Why ...
Pàgina 14
... thou art , Valdivia , know ,. At present we shall content our- selves with quoting a few passages from Mr Bowles ' last poem , the Mis- sionary - not that we think it , with all its manifold beauties , by any means his best , but because ...
... thou art , Valdivia , know ,. At present we shall content our- selves with quoting a few passages from Mr Bowles ' last poem , the Mis- sionary - not that we think it , with all its manifold beauties , by any means his best , but because ...
Pàgina 15
... thou dost hide thy head , as in the grave , And sink to glorious rest beneath the wave , Dost thou , majestic in repose , retire , Below the deep , to unknown worlds of fire ? Yet , tho ' thou sinkest , awful , in the main , The shadowy ...
... thou dost hide thy head , as in the grave , And sink to glorious rest beneath the wave , Dost thou , majestic in repose , retire , Below the deep , to unknown worlds of fire ? Yet , tho ' thou sinkest , awful , in the main , The shadowy ...
Pàgina 17
... thou ? THE CHRISTIAN AND CIVIC ECONOMY OF LARGE TOWNS , BY. Appear'd . Each warrior stoop'd his lance to gaze On her pale looks , seen ghastlier through the blaze . " Save ! " she exclaim'd , with harrow'd aspect wild ; " Oh , save my ...
... thou ? THE CHRISTIAN AND CIVIC ECONOMY OF LARGE TOWNS , BY. Appear'd . Each warrior stoop'd his lance to gaze On her pale looks , seen ghastlier through the blaze . " Save ! " she exclaim'd , with harrow'd aspect wild ; " Oh , save my ...
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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.