Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, المجلد 45William Blackwood, 1839 |
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... hand , we find the following airs presented in a very tolerable form , - " Dainty Da- vie , " " Diel tak ' the Wars ... hands of Italian or English composers . In such a state of matters , it was not wonderful that the antiquity of ...
... hand , we find the following airs presented in a very tolerable form , - " Dainty Da- vie , " " Diel tak ' the Wars ... hands of Italian or English composers . In such a state of matters , it was not wonderful that the antiquity of ...
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... hand , which he received cordi- ally . " Now , " she said , " I will ven- ture to ask you a question which has very often occurred to me , but I never could venture on it before . You have spoken almost as often as I have seen you with ...
... hand , which he received cordi- ally . " Now , " she said , " I will ven- ture to ask you a question which has very often occurred to me , but I never could venture on it before . You have spoken almost as often as I have seen you with ...
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... hand strongly against my heart , for I com- pletely crushed the little nosegay of lovely flowers which I was wearing . The music and the dancing now again began , and looking up for a moment in sad perplexity , I saw before me a ...
... hand strongly against my heart , for I com- pletely crushed the little nosegay of lovely flowers which I was wearing . The music and the dancing now again began , and looking up for a moment in sad perplexity , I saw before me a ...
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... hand , as well as his counten- ance , expressed the highest degree of attention and sympathy . As my eyes caught his ... hands every material object seemed to be- come plastic , and yielded to his shap- ing touch , while he expanded and ...
... hand , as well as his counten- ance , expressed the highest degree of attention and sympathy . As my eyes caught his ... hands every material object seemed to be- come plastic , and yielded to his shap- ing touch , while he expanded and ...
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... hand , with which he hid his eyes . He remained thus for some mi- nutes , when Collins said- " Dead ! and by whom slain , you probably can best divine . " Walsingham looked up with grave " I would gladly do so , if I had. Accompanying ...
... hand , with which he hid his eyes . He remained thus for some mi- nutes , when Collins said- " Dead ! and by whom slain , you probably can best divine . " Walsingham looked up with grave " I would gladly do so , if I had. Accompanying ...
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الصفحة 551 - Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? Fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?
الصفحة 491 - From Greenland's icy mountains ; From India's coral strand ; Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand ; From many an ancient river ; From many a palmy plain ; They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain.
الصفحة 315 - THE glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate; Death lays his icy hand on Kings: Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
الصفحة 182 - Hey, diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle, The cow jumped over the moon. The little dog laughed to see such sport, And the dish ran away with the spoon!
الصفحة 138 - Winter yelling through the troublous air, Affrights thy shrinking train, And rudely rends thy robes : So long, regardful of thy quiet rule, Shall Fancy, Friendship, Science, smiling Peace, Thy gentlest influence own, And love thy favourite name ! ODE TO PEACE.
الصفحة 312 - And bring all Heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
الصفحة 138 - midst its dreary dells, Whose walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams. Or if chill blustering winds, or driving rain, Prevent my willing feet, be mine the hut, That from the mountain's side, Views wilds, and swelling floods, And hamlets brown, and dim-discovered spires, And hears their simple bell, and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil.
الصفحة 136 - And mid the varied landscape weep. But thou, who own'st that earthy bed, Ah ! what will every dirge avail? Or tears which love and pity shed, That mourn beneath the gliding sail?
الصفحة 537 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
الصفحة 574 - Hope's deluding glass; As yon summits soft and fair, Clad in colours of the air Which to those who journey near Barren, brown and rough appear: Still we tread the same coarse way; The present's still a cloudy day.