Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volum 6W. Blackwood & Sons, 1820 |
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Pàgina 22
... fear- fully embitter , the whole malignity of this system , should its operation be such , that , in a succeeding age , both our priests and our people will sit down in quietness , and in great mutual satisfaction with each other -the ...
... fear- fully embitter , the whole malignity of this system , should its operation be such , that , in a succeeding age , both our priests and our people will sit down in quietness , and in great mutual satisfaction with each other -the ...
Pàgina 29
... fear of God . Neither did she suffer her pious be- haviour to be cast off with her Widow's veil , but made it the constant dress both of her widowhood and life ; and , as a consequence hereof , she became a member of Mr Allen's ...
... fear of God . Neither did she suffer her pious be- haviour to be cast off with her Widow's veil , but made it the constant dress both of her widowhood and life ; and , as a consequence hereof , she became a member of Mr Allen's ...
Pàgina 31
... fear was upon me that it was made out of form . As for my arms , I could not tell how to manage them , being altogether ignorant to what figure they should be reduced . At last I got safe to the Meeting , and sat down in the obscurest ...
... fear was upon me that it was made out of form . As for my arms , I could not tell how to manage them , being altogether ignorant to what figure they should be reduced . At last I got safe to the Meeting , and sat down in the obscurest ...
Pàgina 32
... fear that my Wife should lose the idea of her Husband's face , that tempt- ed me the exercise of so much patience as to sit three times to have ( an't please ye ) my face drawn , to be stared on as often as the Reader pleases ; yet I ...
... fear that my Wife should lose the idea of her Husband's face , that tempt- ed me the exercise of so much patience as to sit three times to have ( an't please ye ) my face drawn , to be stared on as often as the Reader pleases ; yet I ...
Pàgina 56
... fear , and dismay , may have been , but they are gone for ever . It is not merely solitude , but it is so- litude without novelty , or apprehen- sion , or hope . And what has this to do with Lon- don ? Why , in truth , our part ( the ...
... fear , and dismay , may have been , but they are gone for ever . It is not merely solitude , but it is so- litude without novelty , or apprehen- sion , or hope . And what has this to do with Lon- don ? Why , in truth , our part ( the ...
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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.