Blackwood's Magazine, Հատոր 2W. Blackwood., 1818 |
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... feel how terrible it would be to live over again their agonies and their transports ; that the happiest would fear ... feeling , how much more averse must every reflecting man be to the ransacking of his inmost spirit for all its hidden ...
... feel how terrible it would be to live over again their agonies and their transports ; that the happiest would fear ... feeling , how much more averse must every reflecting man be to the ransacking of his inmost spirit for all its hidden ...
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... feel- ing , and certainly no judgment . He cannot form to himself any harmonious landscape such as it exists in ... feeling himself not only to be the wor- thy compeer of those illustrious Spirits , but to unite , in his own mighty in ...
... feel- ing , and certainly no judgment . He cannot form to himself any harmonious landscape such as it exists in ... feeling himself not only to be the wor- thy compeer of those illustrious Spirits , but to unite , in his own mighty in ...
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... feels , the author of those noble Prose Works that continue to flash upon the world , to him exclu- sively belongs ... feeling of self - importance , in its narrower sense , must be incompa- tible with the consciousness of a migh- ty ...
... feels , the author of those noble Prose Works that continue to flash upon the world , to him exclu- sively belongs ... feeling of self - importance , in its narrower sense , must be incompa- tible with the consciousness of a migh- ty ...
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... feeling of his own pecuniary embarrassments , and of the evil which Reviewers have done to his worldly concerns ; but all his feel- ing is for himself , and he has done all in his power to pluck and blast the laurels of a man of decided ...
... feeling of his own pecuniary embarrassments , and of the evil which Reviewers have done to his worldly concerns ; but all his feel- ing is for himself , and he has done all in his power to pluck and blast the laurels of a man of decided ...
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... feel chilled , as if we ourselves were struck by the hand of danger , when he awakes in the grasp of his enemies and his murderers . Edward is now imprisoned in Kil- lingworth Castle , and the Bishop of Winchester enters to receive from ...
... feel chilled , as if we ourselves were struck by the hand of danger , when he awakes in the grasp of his enemies and his murderers . Edward is now imprisoned in Kil- lingworth Castle , and the Bishop of Winchester enters to receive from ...
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Էջ 260 - And kill sick people groaning under walls; Sometimes I go about and poison wells; And now and then, to cherish Christian thieves, I am content to lose some of my crowns, That I may, walking in my gallery, See 'em go pinioned along by my door.
Էջ 69 - Tho' they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human : One point must still be greatly dark, The moving Why they do it ; And just as lamely can ye mark, How far perhaps they rue it. Who made the heart, 'tis He alone Decidedly can try us, He knows each chord its various tone, Each spring its various bias : Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it ; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
Էջ 316 - Above me are the Alps, The palaces of Nature, whose vast walls Have pinnacled in clouds their snowy scalps, And throned Eternity in icy halls Of cold sublimity, where forms and falls The avalanche — the thunderbolt of snow ! All that expands the spirit, yet appals, Gather around these summits, as to show How Earth may pierce to Heaven, yet leave vain man below.
Էջ 419 - That never set a squadron in the field, Nor the division of a battle knows More than a spinster...
Էջ 11 - Fair laughs the morn, and soft the Zephyr blows, While, proudly riding o'er the azure realm, In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes, Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm, Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
Էջ 481 - He is a great lover and praiser of himself, a contemner and scorner of others, given rather to lose a friend than a jest, jealous of every word and action of those about him (especially after drink, which is one of the elements in which he liveth...
Էջ 29 - These looks of thine can harbour nought but death: I see my tragedy written in thy brows. Yet stay awhile ; forbear thy bloody hand, And let me see the stroke before it comes, That even then when I shall lose my life, My mind may be more steadfast on my God.
Էջ 29 - They give me bread and water, being a king ; So that, for want of sleep and sustenance, My mind's distempered, and my body's numb'd, And whether I have limbs or no, I know not.
Էջ 29 - EDW.: Something still buzzeth in mine ears, And tells me, if I sleep, I never wake: This fear is that which makes me tremble thus; And therefore tell me, wherefore art thou come? LIGHT.: To rid thee of thy life. — Matrevis, come! Enter MATREVIS and GURNEY K. EDW.: I am too weak and feeble to resist. — Assist me, sweet God, and receive my soul!
Էջ 263 - Thus, like the sad presaging raven, that tolls The sick man's passport in her hollow beak, And in the shadow of the silent night Doth shake contagion from her sable wings, Vex'd and tormented runs poor Barabas With fatal curses towards these Christians.