Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volum 6W. Blackwood & Sons, 1820 |
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Pàgina 28
... thee Most fit for me . " After the ceremony Dr Annesley ap- pears to have sported a very good din- ner ( for a dissenter , ) and if we may judge from the warmth of the following epithalamium , which was composed and sung in the course ...
... thee Most fit for me . " After the ceremony Dr Annesley ap- pears to have sported a very good din- ner ( for a dissenter , ) and if we may judge from the warmth of the following epithalamium , which was composed and sung in the course ...
Pàgina 76
... thee Through my changed colour with glad grateful stare . When after shewing us this glorious hair , Thou didst turn short , and bending plea- santly With gracious hand gav'st the great lock To ME !! An honouring gift indeed ! which I ...
... thee Through my changed colour with glad grateful stare . When after shewing us this glorious hair , Thou didst turn short , and bending plea- santly With gracious hand gav'st the great lock To ME !! An honouring gift indeed ! which I ...
Pàgina 85
... thee , " answered his friend . " Then , " said he , " Oh my friend ! my coming may ( if thou choosest ) be of the utmost importance to thee : to me it can avail nothing . For the judgment of God hath gone out against me , and I am ...
... thee , " answered his friend . " Then , " said he , " Oh my friend ! my coming may ( if thou choosest ) be of the utmost importance to thee : to me it can avail nothing . For the judgment of God hath gone out against me , and I am ...
Pàgina 86
... thee and read this writing . " And there upon he stretched out his hand , which was all over written with black cha- racters , in which Satan and all the legions of hell were made to return thanks to the whole ecclesiastical or- der ...
... thee and read this writing . " And there upon he stretched out his hand , which was all over written with black cha- racters , in which Satan and all the legions of hell were made to return thanks to the whole ecclesiastical or- der ...
Pàgina 125
... thee what has been to me The o'erflowing source of anguish . Hugo ! — yes I knew him - nay , I LOVED him yet before The sudden death of Carlos . ( She turns herself away ; BERTHA goes from her with the expression of dis- approbation ...
... thee what has been to me The o'erflowing source of anguish . Hugo ! — yes I knew him - nay , I LOVED him yet before The sudden death of Carlos . ( She turns herself away ; BERTHA goes from her with the expression of dis- approbation ...
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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.