Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, المجلد 45William Blackwood, 1839 |
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... means of national music . A few characteristic notes , breathed from a simple reed , or sung by a rugged voice , will , to men at a distance from their native land , more readily and forcibly recall the images and feelings of home than ...
... means of national music . A few characteristic notes , breathed from a simple reed , or sung by a rugged voice , will , to men at a distance from their native land , more readily and forcibly recall the images and feelings of home than ...
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... means , and I had not a penny to spare . Some little legacies , and so forth , came in now and then and helped me on , but I always found it hard to make both ends meet ; and the attempt to divert money to any ob- ject but the wants of ...
... means , and I had not a penny to spare . Some little legacies , and so forth , came in now and then and helped me on , but I always found it hard to make both ends meet ; and the attempt to divert money to any ob- ject but the wants of ...
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... means ; but I trust in God . " " Take what name you will for the ruling Power of all things . God can- not perform impossibilities . " " Yes ; but for Him no good is impossible . " " It may be - nay , I feel it is so- that for a ...
... means ; but I trust in God . " " Take what name you will for the ruling Power of all things . God can- not perform impossibilities . " " Yes ; but for Him no good is impossible . " " It may be - nay , I feel it is so- that for a ...
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... means . You're on a wrong scent there . " The greyhound , for all he looks so fine , Has no more nose than this donkey of mine . But That wasn't it at all . But I began to see it in this way . Said I to my- self , - Here's a pretty ...
... means . You're on a wrong scent there . " The greyhound , for all he looks so fine , Has no more nose than this donkey of mine . But That wasn't it at all . But I began to see it in this way . Said I to my- self , - Here's a pretty ...
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... mean that I am your grand . daughter , and not the child of Mrs Lascelles ? " Startled at her tone of voice , he an- swered , hurriedly- " That and no- thing else is what I mean . " Then rose an agony of grief in her . She covered her ...
... mean that I am your grand . daughter , and not the child of Mrs Lascelles ? " Startled at her tone of voice , he an- swered , hurriedly- " That and no- thing else is what I mean . " Then rose an agony of grief in her . She covered her ...
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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.