Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Band 45William Blackwood, 1839 |
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... soon connect our name , or burden our con- science , with the " Pills to purge Me- lancholy , " as with some modern poems in which vice has been presented in a more elegant costume . Whatever deductions we may make from the ...
... soon connect our name , or burden our con- science , with the " Pills to purge Me- lancholy , " as with some modern poems in which vice has been presented in a more elegant costume . Whatever deductions we may make from the ...
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... soon be con- verted into excellent drinking songs . But , in truth , we do not know that the Scottish music is derived from the ecclesiastical : we only see that it re- sembles it . For ought we can tell , our own system may be , not ...
... soon be con- verted into excellent drinking songs . But , in truth , we do not know that the Scottish music is derived from the ecclesiastical : we only see that it re- sembles it . For ought we can tell , our own system may be , not ...
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... soon found I must sell my in- terest in your annuity . With the little capital this gave me , I could make a decent appearance , and I soon after managed to get into Parliament . I think about this time you left Lon- don . " " Yes . The ...
... soon found I must sell my in- terest in your annuity . With the little capital this gave me , I could make a decent appearance , and I soon after managed to get into Parliament . I think about this time you left Lon- don . " " Yes . The ...
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... soon resumed " Well , I will tell you what I will pledge myself to , and you who have known me so long may gua- rantee my promise . If these men will frame any plan for their own benefit , it shall have my very best considera- tion ...
... soon resumed " Well , I will tell you what I will pledge myself to , and you who have known me so long may gua- rantee my promise . If these men will frame any plan for their own benefit , it shall have my very best considera- tion ...
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... Soon afterwards his benefac- tor was ruined by the failure of a com- mercial house , and left penniless . Everard was certainly not bound to refund the money , which , indeed , he could not ; but his friend might have expected kindness ...
... Soon afterwards his benefac- tor was ruined by the failure of a com- mercial house , and left penniless . Everard was certainly not bound to refund the money , which , indeed , he could not ; but his friend might have expected kindness ...
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ancient appear Barry Cornwall beauty Ben Jonson called carpet-bag Chamber of Deputies character Charta consciousness delight effect Egyptian calendar Eusebius eyes fact fancy father fear feel France genius gentleman Giles give hand happy head heard heart heaven Herat Herodotus Homer honour hope horse hour human Iliad Jonson King lady Lamartine land light live look Lord Louis Philippe Manchester Manetho Margate means melody ment mind monarchy moral murder nature ness never night noble o'er observed once party passed passion persons Peter Schlemihl poet poetry Polybus poor present Puddicombe racter replied round scene Scotland seems seen sion soul spirit tell thee thing thou thought throne tion took Trojan war true truth turn voice whole words young
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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.