Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volum 6W. Blackwood & Sons, 1820 |
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Pàgina 16
... hand might draw . Her form , her face , her symmetry , her air , - Father thy age must such recital spare- 66 She sav'd my life and kindness , if not love , Might sure in time the coldest bosom move- Mine was not cold - she lov'd to ...
... hand might draw . Her form , her face , her symmetry , her air , - Father thy age must such recital spare- 66 She sav'd my life and kindness , if not love , Might sure in time the coldest bosom move- Mine was not cold - she lov'd to ...
Pàgina 17
... hand - it was no longer warm ; He turn'd its face - oh ! God , that eye though dim , Seem'd with its deadly glare as fix'd on him . How sunk his shudd'ring sense , how chang'd his hue , When poor Olola in that corse he knew ! His keen ...
... hand - it was no longer warm ; He turn'd its face - oh ! God , that eye though dim , Seem'd with its deadly glare as fix'd on him . How sunk his shudd'ring sense , how chang'd his hue , When poor Olola in that corse he knew ! His keen ...
Pàgina 62
... hand with a very sharp knife , of such power , that it quickly and readily cut through all impediments . She returned cheerfully and early with her load of turf ; and , as she passed by the hillock , she struck on it twice , and the ...
... hand with a very sharp knife , of such power , that it quickly and readily cut through all impediments . She returned cheerfully and early with her load of turf ; and , as she passed by the hillock , she struck on it twice , and the ...
Pàgina 69
... hand in hand , so as to be in- telligible to the youngest beginner , and , I should conceive , convincing to the most inquisitive . The theory is , that musical sounds have their origin in human feeling , and therefore spring up first ...
... hand in hand , so as to be in- telligible to the youngest beginner , and , I should conceive , convincing to the most inquisitive . The theory is , that musical sounds have their origin in human feeling , and therefore spring up first ...
Pàgina 75
... hand I lean , to feel them strew My sense with freshness , Fancy's rustling bed ! This sonnet presents to us a very laughable picture , which , spite of Mr Hunt's decease , we hope there can be no great harm in enjoying . Mr John Keats ...
... hand I lean , to feel them strew My sense with freshness , Fancy's rustling bed ! This sonnet presents to us a very laughable picture , which , spite of Mr Hunt's decease , we hope there can be no great harm in enjoying . Mr John Keats ...
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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.