Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volum 5William Blackwood, 1819 |
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Pàgina 19
... Saint Leon , a reduced in- fantry officer , had yielded his heart to the beauty of Adelaide the more rea- dily , as her disposition seemed inclined to favour his passion and meet his ad- vances . For a period all these lovers passed ...
... Saint Leon , a reduced in- fantry officer , had yielded his heart to the beauty of Adelaide the more rea- dily , as her disposition seemed inclined to favour his passion and meet his ad- vances . For a period all these lovers passed ...
Pàgina 20
... Saint Leon was in de- spair , and daily mingled his tears and regrets with those of the wretched Kerenflute . Having thus made you acquainted with the heroes and hero- ines of my history , having painted their characters , and pretty ...
... Saint Leon was in de- spair , and daily mingled his tears and regrets with those of the wretched Kerenflute . Having thus made you acquainted with the heroes and hero- ines of my history , having painted their characters , and pretty ...
Pàgina 21
... Saint Leon . Saint Leon , having the ex- ample of Kerenflute before his eyes , thought himself equally bound to suc cour and avenge his mistress by land , as the other had done by sea . He formed , therefore , a similar resolution ; and ...
... Saint Leon . Saint Leon , having the ex- ample of Kerenflute before his eyes , thought himself equally bound to suc cour and avenge his mistress by land , as the other had done by sea . He formed , therefore , a similar resolution ; and ...
Pàgina 22
... Saint Leon had set out for Calabria , in the hope of delivering Adelaide from the hands of her tyrant . As the distance is great from Quimper - Corentin to that country , it required all the abi- lity , courage , and patience of Saint Leon ...
... Saint Leon had set out for Calabria , in the hope of delivering Adelaide from the hands of her tyrant . As the distance is great from Quimper - Corentin to that country , it required all the abi- lity , courage , and patience of Saint Leon ...
Pàgina 23
... Saint Leon , who had become a capu- chin under the name of Father Guig- nold de Concarneau ; that he had heard him preach in the parish church of a village in Lombardy - that not only he knew him from the features of his countenance ...
... Saint Leon , who had become a capu- chin under the name of Father Guig- nold de Concarneau ; that he had heard him preach in the parish church of a village in Lombardy - that not only he knew him from the features of his countenance ...
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Pàgina 414 - She should have died hereafter ; There would have been a time for such a word. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death.
Pàgina 297 - Thus Satan talking to his nearest mate With head uplift above the wave, and eyes That sparkling blazed; his other parts besides Prone on the flood, extended long and large, Lay floating many a rood ; in bulk as huge As whom the fables name of monstrous size, Titanian, or Earth-born, that warr'd on Jove ; Briareos or Typhon, whom the den By ancient Tarsus held ; or that seabeast Leviathan, which God of all his works Created hugest that swim the ocean stream...
Pàgina 388 - Farewell the tranquil mind ! Farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And O, you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! lago.
Pàgina 298 - And time and place are lost ; where eldest Night And Chaos, ancestors of Nature, hold Eternal anarchy, amidst the noise Of endless wars, and by confusion stand...
Pàgina 51 - While their sorrow's at the height, Lose discrimination quite, And their hasty wrath let fall, To appease their frantic gall, On the darling thing whatever Whence they feel it death to sever, Though it be, as they, perforce, Guiltless of the sad divorce. For I must (nor let it grieve thee, Friendliest of plants, that I must) leave thee. For thy sake, Tobacco, I, Would do anything but die, And but seek to extend my days Long enough to sing thy praise.
Pàgina 431 - In one vast squadron they advance! I strove to cry - my lips were dumb. The steeds rush on in plunging pride; But where are they the reins to guide?
Pàgina 436 - He grasp'd the mane with both his hands And eke with all his might. His horse, who never in that sort Had handled been before, What thing upon his back had got Did wonder more and more. Away went Gilpin neck or...
Pàgina 438 - And gallop'd off with all his might As he had done before. Away went Gilpin, and away Went Gilpin's hat and wig ; He lost them sooner than at first, For why ? they were too big. Now...
Pàgina 431 - His first and last career is done! On came the troop - they saw him stoop, They saw me strangely bound along His back with many a bloody thong: They stop, they start, they snuff the air, Gallop a moment here and there, Approach, retire, wheel round and round, Then plunging back with sudden bound, Headed by one black mighty steed, Who...
Pàgina 516 - There is a dangerous silence in that hour, A stillness which leaves room for the full soul To open all itself, without the power Of calling wholly back its self-control; The silver light which, hallowing tree and tower, Sheds beauty and deep softness o'er the whole Breathes also to the heart, and o'er it throws A loving languor, which is not repose.