Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Հատոր 54W. Blackwood & Sons, 1843 |
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Էջ 15
... Give me the homeliest manners of the homeliest corner of Europe - nay , give me the honest rudeness of the American savage , in preference to this arrogant assumption of an empty superiority . Why , the very tone in which every ...
... Give me the homeliest manners of the homeliest corner of Europe - nay , give me the honest rudeness of the American savage , in preference to this arrogant assumption of an empty superiority . Why , the very tone in which every ...
Էջ 67
... give her a cut over the left ear . " In dread silence we sat watching the tremendous gallop . Nearer and nearer we drew to the waggon , and precisely at the right time Jack pulled the mare's bridle , and I cut her over the ear . Within ...
... give her a cut over the left ear . " In dread silence we sat watching the tremendous gallop . Nearer and nearer we drew to the waggon , and precisely at the right time Jack pulled the mare's bridle , and I cut her over the ear . Within ...
Էջ 108
... give repose again ? What shall charm the serpent - furies coil'd around the maddening brain ? What kind draught can nature offer strong enough to lull their sting ? Better to be born a peasant than to live an exiled king ! Oh , these ...
... give repose again ? What shall charm the serpent - furies coil'd around the maddening brain ? What kind draught can nature offer strong enough to lull their sting ? Better to be born a peasant than to live an exiled king ! Oh , these ...
Էջ 138
... give his life away . Give it , I advise thee - thou dost not expect to sell thy life in an ade- quate manner ? What price , for ex- ample , would content thee ? Thou wilt never sell thy life , or any part of thy life , in a satisfactory ...
... give his life away . Give it , I advise thee - thou dost not expect to sell thy life in an ade- quate manner ? What price , for ex- ample , would content thee ? Thou wilt never sell thy life , or any part of thy life , in a satisfactory ...
Էջ 145
... Give thou to me thy youth ; All I can grant thee lies in this command . " I heard , and , trusting in a holier land , Gave my young joys to Truth . " Give me thy Laura - give me her whom Love To thy heart's core endears ; The usurer ...
... Give thou to me thy youth ; All I can grant thee lies in this command . " I heard , and , trusting in a holier land , Gave my young joys to Truth . " Give me thy Laura - give me her whom Love To thy heart's core endears ; The usurer ...
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Էջ 80 - Blessed is he who has found his work; let him ask no other blessedness. He has a work, a life-purpose; he has found it, and will follow it!
Էջ 169 - DO ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years ? They are leaning their young heads against their mothers, And that cannot stop their tears. The young lambs are bleating in the meadows, The young birds are chirping in the nest, The young fawns are playing with the shadows, The young flowers are blowing toward the west : But the young, young children, O my brothers, They are weeping bitterly ! They are weeping in the playtime of the others, In the country of the free.
Էջ 169 - O wheels ! Still, all day, the iron wheels go onward, Grinding life down from its mark And the children's souls, which God is calling sunward, Spin on blindly in the dark.
Էջ 203 - But thee I now would serve more strictly, if I may. Through no disturbance of my soul, Or strong compunction in me wrought, I supplicate for thy control...
Էջ 2 - The moon shines bright : — In such a night as this, When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees, And they did make no noise...
Էջ 207 - Where should this music be ? i' the air, or the earth ? It sounds no more: — and sure, it waits upon Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank, Weeping again the king my father's wreck, This music crept by me upon the waters; Allaying both their fury, and my passion, With its sweet air: thence I have follow'd it, Or it hath drawn me rather: — But 'tis gone.
Էջ 373 - twas pastime to be bound Within the Sonnet's scanty plot of ground; Pleased if some Souls (for such there needs must be) Who have felt the weight of too much liberty, Should find brief solace there, as I have found.
Էջ 80 - The latest Gospel in this world is, Know thy work and do it. "Know thyself: " long enough has that poor "self" of thine tormented thee ; thou wilt never get to
Էջ 77 - Liberty? The true liberty of a man, you would say, consisted in his finding out, or being forced to find out, the right path, and to walk thereon. To learn, or to be taught, what work he actually was able for; and then by permission, persuasion, and even compulsion, to set about doing of the same! That is his true blessedness, honour, "liberty" and maximum of wellbeing: if liberty be not that, I for one have small care about liberty.
Էջ 71 - Elie, half-pay Hulin rage in the midst of thousands. How the great Bastille Clock ticks (inaudible) in its Inner Court there, at its ease, hour after hour; as if nothing special, for it or the world, were passing! It tolled One when the firing began; and is now pointing towards Five, and still the firing slakes not. — Far down, in their vaults, the seven Prisoners hear muffled din as of earthquakes; their Turnkeys answer vaguely.