Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Հատոր 161W. Blackwood & Sons, 1897 |
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... light the form which insists that our side or our time is the equal of any other . I saw the other day that a critic in whose original work I take great delight , and whose criticism is always careful and generous , speculated on the ...
... light the form which insists that our side or our time is the equal of any other . I saw the other day that a critic in whose original work I take great delight , and whose criticism is always careful and generous , speculated on the ...
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... light after light pierced its clean - cut way through the gathering dark . What untold secrets , what wealth of experience , what clue to all the philosophies lay shrouded down below ! " Ours , Ian , " I cried exult- ingly , " our own ...
... light after light pierced its clean - cut way through the gathering dark . What untold secrets , what wealth of experience , what clue to all the philosophies lay shrouded down below ! " Ours , Ian , " I cried exult- ingly , " our own ...
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... light an immense number of original letters and papers of this period , and one can- not but reflect to what excellent use Lord Hailes would have put this material in compiling his Annals , and how he would have rejoiced in the light ...
... light an immense number of original letters and papers of this period , and one can- not but reflect to what excellent use Lord Hailes would have put this material in compiling his Annals , and how he would have rejoiced in the light ...
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... light on historical events is an account of the circumstances of the murder of John Comyn by Robert de Brus . The statements of historians are so various and irreconcilable on this subject that it would be hardly worth while to add ...
... light on historical events is an account of the circumstances of the murder of John Comyn by Robert de Brus . The statements of historians are so various and irreconcilable on this subject that it would be hardly worth while to add ...
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... light of the sun . And why ? Because I happen to agree with you . Ah Jackson , allow me to improve the moment . Is there any human praise that does not flow from the like source , from the sense that the other fellow thinks as we do ...
... light of the sun . And why ? Because I happen to agree with you . Ah Jackson , allow me to improve the moment . Is there any human praise that does not flow from the like source , from the sense that the other fellow thinks as we do ...
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Էջ 80 - We wither from our youth, we gasp away — Sick — sick; unfound the boon — unslaked the thirst, Though to the last, in verge of our decay, Some phantom lures, such as we sought at first — But all too late, — so are we doubly curst, Love, fame, ambition, avarice — 'tis the same — Each idle, and all ill, and none the worst — For all are meteors with a different name, And Death the sable smoke where vanishes the flame.
Էջ 269 - Of every hearer; for it so falls out That what we have we prize not to the worth Whiles we enjoy it, but being lack'd and lost, Why, then we rack the value, then we find The virtue that possession would not show us Whiles it was ours.
Էջ 369 - Give me my scallop-shell of quiet, My staff of faith to walk upon. My scrip of joy, immortal diet, My bottle of salvation, My gown of glory, hope's true gage; And thus I'll take my pilgrimage.
Էջ 355 - It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Էջ 242 - As I parted with each corps in turn its band played ' Auld Lang Syne,' and I have never since heard that memory-stirring air without its bringing before my mind's eye the last view I had of the Kabul-Kandahar Field Force. I fancy myself crossing and recrossing the river which winds through the pass ; I hear the martial beat of drums and plaintive music of the pipes ; and I see Riflemen and Gurkhas, Highlanders and Sikhs, guns and horses, camels and mules, with the endless following of an Indian army...
Էջ 86 - Ireland would be to put upon the Irish people the duty of levying their own taxes and of providing for their own expenditure...
Էջ 476 - Scotia's noblest speech yon orchestra sublime Whaurto - uplifted like the Just - the tail-rods mark the time. The crank-throws give the double-bass, the feed-pump sobs an' heaves, An' now the main eccentrics start their quarrel on the sheaves: Her time, her own appointed time, the rocking link-head bides, Till - hear that note ? - the rod's return whings glimmerin
Էջ 128 - The blue waves of Ullin roll in light. The green hills are covered with day. Trees shake their dusky heads in the breeze. Grey torrents pour their noisy streams. Two green hills with aged oaks surround a narrow plain. The blue course of a stream is there. On its banks stood Cairbar of Atha. His spear supports the king; the red eyes of his fear are sad. Cormac rises on his soul with all his ghastly wounds.
Էջ 459 - And, when the stream Which overflowed the soul was passed away, A consciousness remained that it had left, Deposited upon the silent shore Of memory, images and precious thoughts, That shall not die, and cannot be destroyed.
Էջ 510 - Jacob) — the structure commenced in our own land by Horace Walpole, Monk Lewis, Mrs. Radcliffe, and Maturin, but left imperfect and inharmonious, requires, now that the rubbish which choked up its approach is removed, only the hand of the skilful architect to its entire renovation and perfection.