Tait's Edinburgh Magazine, Volumen14William Tait, Christian Isobel Johnstone W. Tait, 1847 |
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... morning hangs under the eaves ; and in every sound , from the earthquake to the sneeze , to over- hear the voice of Sin . No ; this will never do . Step forth , John Foster , like a brave man , into that strange snow of Mars , and ...
... morning hangs under the eaves ; and in every sound , from the earthquake to the sneeze , to over- hear the voice of Sin . No ; this will never do . Step forth , John Foster , like a brave man , into that strange snow of Mars , and ...
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... morning rounds amongst his sheep and his turnips ; but in the likeness of some savage creature , whom really , were it not for his eye - brows and his " slanting " forehead , TMTM the reader would never recognise : “ Aroar ! what wretch ...
... morning rounds amongst his sheep and his turnips ; but in the likeness of some savage creature , whom really , were it not for his eye - brows and his " slanting " forehead , TMTM the reader would never recognise : “ Aroar ! what wretch ...
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... morning . Alas , the race is not to the Swift . Second visit from skipper to ask us all to dine ; not that he has any dinner to offer in this rolliek- ing little bit of a lobster shell , but he wants to tele- graph to our host that is ...
... morning . Alas , the race is not to the Swift . Second visit from skipper to ask us all to dine ; not that he has any dinner to offer in this rolliek- ing little bit of a lobster shell , but he wants to tele- graph to our host that is ...
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... morning , and the man in the moon leering down upon us , From skies where you could count each little star , " with a taunting expression of countenance , as much as to say , “ What on earth brought you there ? " Even the favourite of ...
... morning , and the man in the moon leering down upon us , From skies where you could count each little star , " with a taunting expression of countenance , as much as to say , “ What on earth brought you there ? " Even the favourite of ...
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... morning of the world ; It was the spring - tide of the human race ; A golden - ringed and spotted snake was curled Around an infant's neck in fond embrace ; The full - maned lion lay beside the lamb : A tawny , fire - eyed panther in ...
... morning of the world ; It was the spring - tide of the human race ; A golden - ringed and spotted snake was curled Around an infant's neck in fond embrace ; The full - maned lion lay beside the lamb : A tawny , fire - eyed panther in ...
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Página 301 - Fitz-Eustace' heart felt closely pent ; As if to give his rapture vent, The spur he to his charger lent, And raised his bridle hand, And, making demi-volte in air, Cried, " Where's the coward that would not dare To fight for such a land !" The Lindesay smiled his joy to see; Nor Marmion's frown repress'd his glee.
Página 28 - Lastly, I confess that I have as vast contemplative ends, as I have moderate civil ends: for I have taken all knowledge to be my province; and if I could purge it of two sorts of rovers, whereof the one with frivolous disputations, confutations, and verbosities; the other with blind experiments and auricular traditions and impostures...
Página 184 - Life, thou saidst, is short; and the sleep which is in the grave is long; let me use that life, so transitory, for the glory of those heavenly dreams destined to comfort the sleep which is so long!
Página 188 - These had their sweet bells that pierced the forests for many a league at matins or vespers, and each its own dreamy legend. Few enough, and scattered enough, were these abbeys, so as in no degree to disturb the deep solitude of the region; yet many enough to spread a network or awning of Christian sanctity over what else might have seemed a heathen wilderness.
Página 300 - When sated with the martial show That peopled all the plain below, The wandering eye could o'er it go, And mark the distant city glow With gloomy splendour red ; For on the smoke-wreaths, huge and slow, That round her sable turrets flow, The morning beams were shed, And tinged them with a lustre proud, Like that which streaks a thunder-cloud. Such dusky grandeur clothed the height, Where the huge castle holds its state, And all the steep slope down, Whose ridgy back...
Página 122 - ... and by and by gilds the fringes of a cloud, and peeps over the eastern hills, thrusting out his golden horns, like those which decked the brows of Moses when he was forced to wear a veil, because himself had seen the face of God ; and still while a man tells the story, the sun gets up higher, till he...
Página 301 - Such dusky grandeur clothed the height, Where the huge Castle holds its state, And all the steep slope down, Whose ridgy back heaves to the sky, Piled deep and massy, close and high, Mine own romantic town...
Página 14 - The subjects of every state ought to contribute towards the support of the government, as nearly as possible, in proportion to their respective abilities; that is, in proportion to the revenue which they respectively enjoy under the protection of the state.
Página 9 - Thy habitation from eternity! 0 dread and silent Mount! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought : entranced in prayer 1 worshipped the Invisible alone. Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, So sweet, we know not we are listening to it...
Página 231 - Dower'd with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, The love of love.