The Poetical Works of David Macbeth Moir, Հատոր 1William Blackwood, 1860 |
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... hands that carved them there . " " We see , in these circumstances of Moir's free and happy boyhood , the very best food on which the poetic spirit within him could be feeding ; and the locality in which he grew up , so rich in ...
... hands that carved them there . " " We see , in these circumstances of Moir's free and happy boyhood , the very best food on which the poetic spirit within him could be feeding ; and the locality in which he grew up , so rich in ...
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... hand over the body , to ascertain if any warmth still existed . It was evidently on his part a ' hoping against hope . ' He was satisfied , how- ever , after having done this ; and the sheet having been carefully replaced over the ...
... hand over the body , to ascertain if any warmth still existed . It was evidently on his part a ' hoping against hope . ' He was satisfied , how- ever , after having done this ; and the sheet having been carefully replaced over the ...
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... hands ; and often has the morning found him watching by the bed of some poor inmate of a cottage whom the arrow of the pestilence had stricken . That any man with the brilliant prospects which were undoubtedly presented to Moir , and ...
... hands ; and often has the morning found him watching by the bed of some poor inmate of a cottage whom the arrow of the pestilence had stricken . That any man with the brilliant prospects which were undoubtedly presented to Moir , and ...
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... hand . Mr Ritchie , the sculptor , whose genius and virtue have now raised him to distinction , will thank us for the following instance , so characteristic of his late friend : we take it from one of Delta's letters to Macnish in the ...
... hand . Mr Ritchie , the sculptor , whose genius and virtue have now raised him to distinction , will thank us for the following instance , so characteristic of his late friend : we take it from one of Delta's letters to Macnish in the ...
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... hands on the very crest itself of “ The Black Hussar of Literature ; " and it was not at all likely that a humbler knight of the pen , like Galt , should escape his interference . Conflict and coldness had been betwixt the two stout ...
... hands on the very crest itself of “ The Black Hussar of Literature ; " and it was not at all likely that a humbler knight of the pen , like Galt , should escape his interference . Conflict and coldness had been betwixt the two stout ...
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Էջ 159 - AND is there care in heaven ? and is there love In heavenly spirits to these creatures base, That may compassion of their evils move ? There is...
Էջ 317 - Light down, light down, now, true Thomas, And lean your head upon my knee: Abide, and rest a little space, And I will show you ferlies three, " О see ye not yon narrow road, So thick beset with thorns and briers' That is the path of righteousness, Though after it but few inquires. "And see not ye that braid, braid road. That lies across that lily leven' That is the path of wickedness, Though some call it the road to heaven.
Էջ 221 - Oh that I had wings like a dove ! for then would I flee away, and be at rest.
Էջ 146 - While the child was yet alive, I fasted and wept: for I said, Who can tell whether God will be gracious to me, that the child may live? But now he is dead, wherefore should I fast? can I bring him back again? I shall go to him, but he shall not return to me.
Էջ 145 - Is the child dead? And they said, He is dead. 20 Then David arose from the earth, and washed, and anointed himself, and changed his apparel, and came into the house of the Lord, and worshipped: then he came to his own house; and when he required, they set bread before him, and he did eat.
Էջ 159 - Of men than beasts ; but oh ! the exceeding grace Of highest God ! that loves his creatures so, And all his works with mercy doth embrace. That blessed angels he sends to and fro, To serve to wicked man, to serve his wicked foe.
Էջ 111 - Thou wert a vision of delight To bless us given ; Beauty embodied to our sight, A type of heaven ! So dear to us thou wert, thou art Even less thine own self, than a part Of mine and of thy mother's heart...
Էջ 112 - Do what I may, go where I will, Thou meet'st my sight; There dost thou glide before me still — A form of light! I feel thy breath upon my cheek, I see thee smile, I hear thee speak, Till oh! my heart is like to break, Casa Wappy! Methinks thou smil'st before me now, With glance of stealth; The hair thrown back from thy full brow, In buoyant health : I see thine eyes' deep violet light, Thy dimpled cheek carnatiou'd bright, Thy clasping arms so round and white, Casa Wappy!
Էջ 111 - To bless us given ; Beauty embodied to our sight — A type of Heaven : So dear to us thou wert, thou art Even less thine own self, than a part Of mine, and of thy Mother's heart, Casa Wappy ! Thy bright, brief day knew no decline...
Էջ 318 - Ye'll ne'er get back to your ain countrie." 0 they rade on, and farther on, And they waded through rivers aboon the knee, And they saw neither sun nor moon, But they heard the roaring of the sea. It was mirk, mirk night, and there was nae stern light, And they waded through red blude to the knee, For a' the blude, that's shed on earth, Rins through the springs o