Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, المجلد 45William Blackwood, 1839 |
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... head , and could swallow the " Pills " entire as they came from Tom's own laboratory , their constitutions must certainly have been very different from those of their modern descendants , who would be shocked at a mixture where there ...
... head , and could swallow the " Pills " entire as they came from Tom's own laboratory , their constitutions must certainly have been very different from those of their modern descendants , who would be shocked at a mixture where there ...
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... head all the stories I had ever heard about Jesus Christ . That silenced and steadied me all that day . I got a little boy from the school to come and read me a bit of the Bible in the evening ; and then I woke up once or twice in the ...
... head all the stories I had ever heard about Jesus Christ . That silenced and steadied me all that day . I got a little boy from the school to come and read me a bit of the Bible in the evening ; and then I woke up once or twice in the ...
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... head to know what we are doing . Then when she comes round a little , and sees the child strong and well , no doubt she'll recover too . She must never know it ; ' — and he said the word never as if he wanted to nail the notion into my head ...
... head to know what we are doing . Then when she comes round a little , and sees the child strong and well , no doubt she'll recover too . She must never know it ; ' — and he said the word never as if he wanted to nail the notion into my head ...
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... head upon her hand , and retraced all her life with Mrs Lascelles , even in the most minute detail , as if on occa- sion of a second death - bed , again taking leave for ever of the only being whom she had known as a mother . She took ...
... head upon her hand , and retraced all her life with Mrs Lascelles , even in the most minute detail , as if on occa- sion of a second death - bed , again taking leave for ever of the only being whom she had known as a mother . She took ...
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... head , and the jangling of every nerve within my frame , when my father re- lated the minutia of this worse than cannibal atrocity , -how the youth was pursuing his innocent sport upon the hills , how that he had called at a cabin with ...
... head , and the jangling of every nerve within my frame , when my father re- lated the minutia of this worse than cannibal atrocity , -how the youth was pursuing his innocent sport upon the hills , how that he had called at a cabin with ...
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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.