The Edinburgh magazine, and literary miscellany, a new series of The Scots magazine, المجلد 71820 |
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... spirit which an original always possesses over a copy ; and again , if the song or poem is descriptive of in- dividual passion , if it is , for instance , a father rejoicing over the victorics and prowess of his son , or a lover ...
... spirit which an original always possesses over a copy ; and again , if the song or poem is descriptive of in- dividual passion , if it is , for instance , a father rejoicing over the victorics and prowess of his son , or a lover ...
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... Spirit , who dost look Upon the future , as the charmed book Of Fate were open'd to thine eyes alone Thou who dost cull , from moments stolen and gone Into eternity , memorial things To deck the days to come - thy revellings Were ...
... Spirit , who dost look Upon the future , as the charmed book Of Fate were open'd to thine eyes alone Thou who dost cull , from moments stolen and gone Into eternity , memorial things To deck the days to come - thy revellings Were ...
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... spirit in her inhabitants , or to the genius of her ecclesiastical constitution . " In asserting that Melville had the chief influence in bringing the literature of Scot- land to that pitch of improvement which it reached at this time ...
... spirit in her inhabitants , or to the genius of her ecclesiastical constitution . " In asserting that Melville had the chief influence in bringing the literature of Scot- land to that pitch of improvement which it reached at this time ...
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... spirits of just men made perfect ' are there , all holy , happy , and harmonious ; the Son of God is there , ' who loved ... spirit within him , but knows neither its destination nor its dignity , -who feels within him those cravings of ...
... spirits of just men made perfect ' are there , all holy , happy , and harmonious ; the Son of God is there , ' who loved ... spirit within him , but knows neither its destination nor its dignity , -who feels within him those cravings of ...
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... spirit , therefore , which sees good in all things , and good of an higher power and character than mere natural ... spirit unequalled in the history of human nature to have considered him- self as called and commissioned for a great ...
... spirit , therefore , which sees good in all things , and good of an higher power and character than mere natural ... spirit unequalled in the history of human nature to have considered him- self as called and commissioned for a great ...
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الصفحة 315 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
الصفحة 315 - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards : Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the queen-moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry fays...
الصفحة 315 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild...
الصفحة 542 - Wherefore if they shall say unto you, Behold, He is in the desert ; go not forth : behold, He is in the secret chambers ; believe it not. For as the lightning cometh out of the east, and shineth even unto the west ; so shall also the coming of the Son of man be.
الصفحة 315 - But here there is no light Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. 1 cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs...
الصفحة 450 - Had thrilled my guileless Genevieve ; The music and the doleful tale, The rich and balmy eve ; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, An undistinguishable throng, And gentle wishes long subdued, Subdued and cherished long ! She wept with pity and delight ; She blushed with love, and maiden shame ; And like the murmur of a dream, I heard her breathe my name. Her bosom heaved — she stepped aside, As conscious of my look she stept — Then suddenly with timorous eye, She fled to me and wept.
الصفحة 314 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon. And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon ; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest.
الصفحة 314 - Of fruits, and flowers, and bunches of knot-grass, And diamonded with panes of quaint device, Innumerable of stains and splendid dyes, As are the tiger-moth's deep-damask'd wings; And in the midst, 'mong thousand heraldries, And twilight saints, and dim emblazonings, A shielded scutcheon blush'd with blood of queens and kings.
الصفحة 314 - Anon his heart revives : her vespers done, Of all its wreathed pearls her hair she frees; Unclasps her warmed jewels one by one; Loosens her fragrant boddice; by degrees Her rich attire creeps rustling to her knees...
الصفحة 315 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that ofttimes hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.