Tait's Edinburgh Magazine, Volumen17William Tait, Christian Isobel Johnstone W. Tait, 1850 |
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... held the wild goose , and looking entreatingly into the face of the baker , he said- I " Leave all consideration of the future to me . am the Kadhi ; and if they bring you before me , you can easily invent a story which will enable me ...
... held the wild goose , and looking entreatingly into the face of the baker , he said- I " Leave all consideration of the future to me . am the Kadhi ; and if they bring you before me , you can easily invent a story which will enable me ...
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... held converse with their persecutors . In this our fish were decidedly inferior . Living or dead , they were always mute , though their extreme beauty almost made me sorry to eat them . They looked like large flakes of lapis lazuli , a ...
... held converse with their persecutors . In this our fish were decidedly inferior . Living or dead , they were always mute , though their extreme beauty almost made me sorry to eat them . They looked like large flakes of lapis lazuli , a ...
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... , at least by their were well known at both church and school , and the Catholic neighbours . Peter held his farm in fce - sim - juve iles were famous among their compatriots for well his arms on the panel , in which his lady 30 ...
... , at least by their were well known at both church and school , and the Catholic neighbours . Peter held his farm in fce - sim - juve iles were famous among their compatriots for well his arms on the panel , in which his lady 30 ...
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... held glorious revel . To work and sleep was about the extent of their enjoyment ; and though it was not late in the evening , yet all had re- tired to their houses , and not even a dog looked out to examine what the stranger wanted ...
... held glorious revel . To work and sleep was about the extent of their enjoyment ; and though it was not late in the evening , yet all had re- tired to their houses , and not even a dog looked out to examine what the stranger wanted ...
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... held on Friday , 23d November , at Darlington , || to receive the report of the committee , appointed by the meet- ing on the preceding day to meet the directors of the York , New- castle and Berwick Railway , on the subject of paying ...
... held on Friday , 23d November , at Darlington , || to receive the report of the committee , appointed by the meet- ing on the preceding day to meet the directors of the York , New- castle and Berwick Railway , on the subject of paying ...
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Página 373 - Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony : who, though he had no hand in his death, shall receive the benefit of his dying, a place in the commonwealth: As which of you shall not? With this I depart: That, as I slew my best lover for the good of Rome, I have the same dagger for myself, when it shall please my country to need my death.
Página 393 - Mid mouldering ruins low he lies ; And death upon the braes of Yarrow, Has closed the Shepherd-poet's eyes: Nor has the rolling year twice measured, From sign to sign, its steadfast course, Since every mortal power of Coleridge Was frozen at its marvellous source ; The rapt One, of the godlike forehead, The heaven-eyed creature sleeps in earth : And Lamb, the frolic and the gentle, Has vanished from his lonely hearth.
Página 397 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love. A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Página 394 - Poems to which any value can be attached were never produced on any variety of subjects but by a man who, being possessed of more than usual organic sensibility, had also thought long and deeply.
Página 57 - Go, stand on the hill where they lie. The earliest ray of the golden day On that hallowed spot is cast ; And the evening sun, as he leaves the world, Looks kindly on that spot last. The pilgrim spirit has not fled : It walks in noon's broad light ; And it watches the bed of the glorious dead, With the holy stars, by night. It watches the bed of the brave who have bled, And shall guard this ice-bound shore, Till the waves of the bay, where the May-Flower lay, Shall foam and freeze no more.
Página 244 - He alone, who, when the object requires it, is always keen, and worldly, and practical — and who yet, without changing his hand, or stopping his course, scatters around him, as he goes, all sounds and shapes of sweetness, — and conjures up landscapes of immortal fragrance and freshness, and peoples them with spirits of glorious aspect and attractive grace — and is a thousand times more full of...
Página 372 - How delightful in the early spring, after the dull and tedious time of winter, when the frosts disappear and the sunshine warms the earth and waters, to wander forth by some clear stream...
Página 393 - Were earlier raised, remain to hear A timid voice that asks in whispers, "Who next will drop and disappear?
Página 76 - And they made their lives bitter with hard bondage, in mortar, and in brick, and in all manner of service in the field: all their service, wherein they made them serve, was with rigour.
Página 143 - ... violet awakes ; What loved little islands, twice seen in their lakes, Can the wild water-lily restore ; What landscapes I read in the primrose's looks, And what pictures of pebbled and minnowy brooks, In the vetches that tangled their shore. Earth's cultureless buds, to my heart ye were dear, Ere the fever of passion, or ague of fear, Had scathed my existence's bloom ; Once I welcome you more, in life's passionless stage, With the visions of youth to revisit my age, And I wish you to grow on...