Tait's Edinburgh Magazine, Volum 2 |
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Pàgina 5
It is in no spirit of hostility that we now speak of them . Our part ( and we are of the people ) is not difficult of comprehension . Whatever may be the fate of the present Administration , that will remain unchanged .
It is in no spirit of hostility that we now speak of them . Our part ( and we are of the people ) is not difficult of comprehension . Whatever may be the fate of the present Administration , that will remain unchanged .
Pàgina 6
Moreover , the Tories , from long experience , are admirable men of business in their vocation ; or , speaking more correctly , they have hired and framed for themselves men admirably fitted for the offices which they impose on them .
Moreover , the Tories , from long experience , are admirable men of business in their vocation ; or , speaking more correctly , they have hired and framed for themselves men admirably fitted for the offices which they impose on them .
Pàgina 10
Let us not be misunderstood , and thus appear to speak contradictions . We must distinguish between the feelings of the people as regards government generally , and as regards the present Ministers particularly .
Let us not be misunderstood , and thus appear to speak contradictions . We must distinguish between the feelings of the people as regards government generally , and as regards the present Ministers particularly .
Pàgina 13
I speak not of the mere physical suffering ; I think of his mental agony ; I see him choke with the stifling feelings of shame and horror . ' Tis the deadly sickening of his manly heart , when he beholds the ghastly preparations for his ...
I speak not of the mere physical suffering ; I think of his mental agony ; I see him choke with the stifling feelings of shame and horror . ' Tis the deadly sickening of his manly heart , when he beholds the ghastly preparations for his ...
Pàgina 18
We cannot trust ourselves to speak at more length of his Lordship's conduct ; and therefore abstain from further comment . Our task becomes tiresome . Were the enumeration of evils continued , till the whole list were exhausted ...
We cannot trust ourselves to speak at more length of his Lordship's conduct ; and therefore abstain from further comment . Our task becomes tiresome . Were the enumeration of evils continued , till the whole list were exhausted ...
Què en diuen els usuaris - Escriviu una ressenya
No hem trobat cap ressenya als llocs habituals.
Altres edicions - Mostra-ho tot
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 331 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Pàgina 332 - The stars peep behind her and peer; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees, When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent, Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas, Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, Are each paved with the moon and these. 1 bind the sun's throne with a burning zone, And the moon's with a girdle of pearl ; The volcanoes are dim, and the stars reel and swim, When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl.
Pàgina 331 - The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under ; And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines, groan aghast ; And all the night 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast.
Pàgina 334 - Liquid Peneus was flowing, And all dark Tempe lay In Pelion's shadow, outgrowing The light of the dying day, Speeded by my sweet pipings. The Sileni, and Sylvans, and Fauns, And the nymphs of the woods and waves...
Pàgina 29 - Again, when the wicked man turneth away from his wickedness that he hath committed, and doeth that which is lawful and right, he shall save his soul alive.
Pàgina 332 - Which an earthquake rocks and swings, An eagle alit, one moment may sit In the light of its golden wings.
Pàgina 333 - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright: I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Hath led me — who knows how? To thy chamber window, Sweet! The wandering airs they faint On the dark, the silent stream — The Champak odours fail Like sweet thoughts in a dream; The nightingale's complaint, It dies upon her heart; — As I must on thine, Oh, beloved as thou art!
Pàgina 331 - Over earth and ocean with gentle motion, This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move In the depths of the purple sea ; Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills, Over the lakes and the plains, Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream, The spirit he loves remains ; And I all the while bask in heaven's blue smile, Whilst he is dissolving in rains.
Pàgina 333 - I die, I faint, I fail! Let thy love in kisses rain On my lips and eyelids pale. My cheek is cold and white, alas ! My heart beats loud and fast: Oh ! press it close to thine again, Where it will break at last!
Pàgina 102 - Make net-work of the dark blue light of day, And the night's noontide clearness, mutable As shapes in the weird clouds. Soft mossy lawns Beneath these canopies extend their swells, Fragrant with perfumed herbs, and eyed with blooms Minute yet beautiful.
Informació bibliogràfica
| Títol | Tait's Edinburgh Magazine, Volum 2 |
| Editors | William Tait, Christian Isobel Johnstone |
| Editor | W. Tait, 1832 |
| Original de | Biblioteca Pública de Nova York |
| Digitalitzat el | 28 Nov. 2007 |
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