Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, المجلد 24W. Blackwood & Sons, 1828 |
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... heart of the well - being of Britain- but we should feel still that the King did right . But this much is clear as day , that neither honest and enlight ened king , nor honest and enlightened subject , can think that it is an easy thing ...
... heart of the well - being of Britain- but we should feel still that the King did right . But this much is clear as day , that neither honest and enlight ened king , nor honest and enlightened subject , can think that it is an easy thing ...
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... heart of the well - being of Britain →→ but we should feel still that the King did right . But this much is clear as day , that neither honest and enlight ened king , nor honest and enlightened subject , can think that it is an easy ...
... heart of the well - being of Britain →→ but we should feel still that the King did right . But this much is clear as day , that neither honest and enlight ened king , nor honest and enlightened subject , can think that it is an easy ...
الصفحة 67
... heart had been subdued . There is some pathos in the meeting with Shireen , but more in that with Selim . Selim is a prisoner , and condemned by Nader to death . Ismael exerts all his influence to procure his pardon , but in vain ...
... heart had been subdued . There is some pathos in the meeting with Shireen , but more in that with Selim . Selim is a prisoner , and condemned by Nader to death . Ismael exerts all his influence to procure his pardon , but in vain ...
الصفحة 71
... heart had been subdued . There is some pathos in the meeting with Shireen , but more in that with Selim . Selim is a prisoner , and condemned by Nader to death . Ismael exerts all his influence to procure his pardon , but in vain ...
... heart had been subdued . There is some pathos in the meeting with Shireen , but more in that with Selim . Selim is a prisoner , and condemned by Nader to death . Ismael exerts all his influence to procure his pardon , but in vain ...
الصفحة 162
... heart of the country : " Thither , " says he , " where is the Fleece kept ; " to which she vehement- ly but fruitlessly objects . There are two roads . One , passing near the encampment of the Greeks ; the other , rough , difficult ...
... heart of the country : " Thither , " says he , " where is the Fleece kept ; " to which she vehement- ly but fruitlessly objects . There are two roads . One , passing near the encampment of the Greeks ; the other , rough , difficult ...
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الصفحة 329 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day ? Thou art more lovely and more temperate : Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion...
الصفحة 331 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, This bird of dawning singeth all night long : % And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad; The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
الصفحة 329 - O, then vouchsafe me but this loving thought: "Had my friend's Muse grown with this growing age, A dearer birth than this his love had brought, To march in ranks of better equipage; But since he died, and poets better prove, Theirs for their style I'll read, his for his love.
الصفحة 332 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
الصفحة 167 - He seems to have been, at least among us, the author of a species of composition that may be denominated local poetry, of which the fundamental subject is some particular landscape, to be poetically described with the addition of such embellishments as may be supplied by historical retrospection or incidental meditation.
الصفحة 331 - In the most high and palmy state of Rome, A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets...
الصفحة 329 - Though I, once gone, to all the world must die. The earth can yield me but a common grave, When you entombed in men's eyes shall lie. Your monument shall be my gentle verse, Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read, And tongues to be your being shall rehearse When all the breathers of this world are dead. You still shall live — such virtue hath my pen — Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men.
الصفحة 239 - ... accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
الصفحة 329 - Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings; Blank misgivings of a creature Moving about in worlds not realized, High instincts before which our mortal nature Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised...
الصفحة 329 - If thou survive my well-contented day, When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover, And shalt by fortune once more re-survey These poor rude lines of thy deceased lover, Compare them with the bettering of the time, And though they be outstripp'd by every pen, Reserve them for my love, not for their rhyme, Exceeded by the height of happier men.