Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Band 45William Blackwood, 1839 |
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... tell , our own system may be , not the daughter , but the sister or cousin of the other . Neither must it be thought that a cor- respondence in the scales of the Scot- tish music and the ecclesiastical modes , while it proves the ...
... tell , our own system may be , not the daughter , but the sister or cousin of the other . Neither must it be thought that a cor- respondence in the scales of the Scot- tish music and the ecclesiastical modes , while it proves the ...
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... tell my story at our leisure ? " " I don't see why you should not tell it here , but I have no objection to go into the house . This earth which I am digging will not spoil by five minutes ' delay , as it has kept since the creation ...
... tell my story at our leisure ? " " I don't see why you should not tell it here , but I have no objection to go into the house . This earth which I am digging will not spoil by five minutes ' delay , as it has kept since the creation ...
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... tell them , as I have not scrupled to say publicly over and over again , even at the risk of committing myself , my warmest feelings and most earnest endeavours shall be devoted to their service . " " I did not ask what I may say . Of ...
... tell them , as I have not scrupled to say publicly over and over again , even at the risk of committing myself , my warmest feelings and most earnest endeavours shall be devoted to their service . " " I did not ask what I may say . Of ...
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... tells you of your faults not of your virtues , and makes no promises of doing good , but has already fought with reso ... tell you something of him . He is well - spoken , civil , lively , or at least was so before he became a great man ...
... tells you of your faults not of your virtues , and makes no promises of doing good , but has already fought with reso ... tell you something of him . He is well - spoken , civil , lively , or at least was so before he became a great man ...
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... tell me is this- Why , with such views , you spend your life as you now do , with no apparent occupation be- yond the skill of a peasant . Often when I have heard you speak , I have fancied that , if you would only try , you would make ...
... tell me is this- Why , with such views , you spend your life as you now do , with no apparent occupation be- yond the skill of a peasant . Often when I have heard you speak , I have fancied that , if you would only try , you would make ...
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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.