Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Band 45William Blackwood, 1839 |
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... passed away , like epitaphs , serve merely to mark the period of their ex- istence , or the spot where their ashes are laid . " Sepulchri similis nil nisi nomen retineo . Mr Dauney's Dissertation , also , as- sembles together much ...
... passed away , like epitaphs , serve merely to mark the period of their ex- istence , or the spot where their ashes are laid . " Sepulchri similis nil nisi nomen retineo . Mr Dauney's Dissertation , also , as- sembles together much ...
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... not till he had come quite close that Col- lins looked up , leaning on his spade , and , while a deep flush passed over his B face , said , coldly , after a moment's pause 1839. ] 17 Legendary Lore . No. V. LEGENDARY Lore No V.
... not till he had come quite close that Col- lins looked up , leaning on his spade , and , while a deep flush passed over his B face , said , coldly , after a moment's pause 1839. ] 17 Legendary Lore . No. V. LEGENDARY Lore No V.
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... passed after the depar- ture of Andrews , when Collins went on one of his long walking expedi- tions about the hills , and on his re- turn , towards evening , found himself near the Mount , which was the name of the house occupied by Mr ...
... passed after the depar- ture of Andrews , when Collins went on one of his long walking expedi- tions about the hills , and on his re- turn , towards evening , found himself near the Mount , which was the name of the house occupied by Mr ...
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... passed has not been more than enough to restore me to a spe- cious outward tranquillity ; -inward peace , even of the hollow fretful kind which I before enjoyed , it has not brought me . Nor will a thousand years do that . You do not ...
... passed has not been more than enough to restore me to a spe- cious outward tranquillity ; -inward peace , even of the hollow fretful kind which I before enjoyed , it has not brought me . Nor will a thousand years do that . You do not ...
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... passed with me , I received a note from him , saying that he found it absolutely necessary , in order to complete a work he had un- dertaken on the different periods of art , that he should again visit Italy . He was about to set out in ...
... passed with me , I received a note from him , saying that he found it absolutely necessary , in order to complete a work he had un- dertaken on the different periods of art , that he should again visit Italy . He was about to set out in ...
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Seite 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?
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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!
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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?
Seite 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?
Seite 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.