Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volum 6W. Blackwood & Sons, 1820 |
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Pàgina 6
... heard whisper , o'er the sea , Off shot the spectre - bark . 1 We listen'd and look'd sideways up ! 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 ...
... heard whisper , o'er the sea , Off shot the spectre - bark . 1 We listen'd and look'd sideways up ! 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 ...
Pàgina 7
... heard the sky - lark sing ; Sometimes all little birds that are , How they seem'd to fill the sea and air With their sweet jargoning ! And now ' twas like all instruments , Now like a lonely flute ; And now it is an angel's song , That ...
... heard the sky - lark sing ; Sometimes all little birds that are , How they seem'd to fill the sea and air With their sweet jargoning ! And now ' twas like all instruments , Now like a lonely flute ; And now it is an angel's song , That ...
Pàgina 12
... heard her breathe my name . Her bosom heav'd - she stept aside , As conscious of my look she step --- Then suddenly , with timorous eye She fled to me and wept . She half enclosed me with her arms , She press'd me with a meek embrace ...
... heard her breathe my name . Her bosom heav'd - she stept aside , As conscious of my look she step --- Then suddenly , with timorous eye She fled to me and wept . She half enclosed me with her arms , She press'd me with a meek embrace ...
Pàgina 14
... heard with busy bill , The mock - bird sings - and all beside is still . And look ! the cataract that bursts so high , As not to mar the deep tranquillity , The tumult of its dashing fall suspends , And , stealing drop by drop , in mist ...
... heard with busy bill , The mock - bird sings - and all beside is still . And look ! the cataract that bursts so high , As not to mar the deep tranquillity , The tumult of its dashing fall suspends , And , stealing drop by drop , in mist ...
Pàgina 17
... heard their signal - guns at distance roar . Wilt thou not follow ? He will shield thy child , — The Christian's God , -through passes dark and wild He will direct thy way ! Come , follow me , Oh , yet be lov'd , be happy , and be free ...
... heard their signal - guns at distance roar . Wilt thou not follow ? He will shield thy child , — The Christian's God , -through passes dark and wild He will direct thy way ! Come , follow me , Oh , yet be lov'd , be happy , and be free ...
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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.