Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volum 5William Blackwood, 1819 |
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Pàgina 6
... dead , Heard on the breeze the wandering spirits sigh , The " Scenes of Infancy , " is one of the heaviest descriptive poems in our language , and that is saying much . -It is impossible to know whether the poet is on the right or left ...
... dead , Heard on the breeze the wandering spirits sigh , The " Scenes of Infancy , " is one of the heaviest descriptive poems in our language , and that is saying much . -It is impossible to know whether the poet is on the right or left ...
Pàgina 8
... dead ! They leave the amber fields of day : Soft as the cadence of the wave , That murmurs round the mermaid's grave , They mingle in the magic lay . Sweet syren , breathe the powerful strain ! Lochroyan's Damsel sails the main ; The ...
... dead ! They leave the amber fields of day : Soft as the cadence of the wave , That murmurs round the mermaid's grave , They mingle in the magic lay . Sweet syren , breathe the powerful strain ! Lochroyan's Damsel sails the main ; The ...
Pàgina 14
... dead . They compact therefore , that whichsoever shall first depart , shall certainly , within thirty days , appear to the survivor , waking or sleeping , and declare to him if it be as the Pla- tonists hold , that death extinguisheth ...
... dead . They compact therefore , that whichsoever shall first depart , shall certainly , within thirty days , appear to the survivor , waking or sleeping , and declare to him if it be as the Pla- tonists hold , that death extinguisheth ...
Pàgina 20
... dead than alive ; and with what horror was I not penetrated , when I saw myself shut up in the seraglio of this barbarian ! It was in vain that I called for assistance on all my rela- tions , and even on M. de Kerenflute , who had so ...
... dead than alive ; and with what horror was I not penetrated , when I saw myself shut up in the seraglio of this barbarian ! It was in vain that I called for assistance on all my rela- tions , and even on M. de Kerenflute , who had so ...
Pàgina 23
... dead , and buried in the convent of capuchins at Reggio ; and that , not long after , a thread merchant of Quimper , who made yearly very extended journies , and sometimes car- ried his ware to Italy , had asserted , on his return home ...
... dead , and buried in the convent of capuchins at Reggio ; and that , not long after , a thread merchant of Quimper , who made yearly very extended journies , and sometimes car- ried his ware to Italy , had asserted , on his return home ...
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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.