Blackwood's Magazine, Հատոր 38W. Blackwood., 1835 |
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... hear the hissing sea Dashed gaily from my side . " Hush ! bootless sobs and yearning sighs , Ye broken hearts be still , Lest yonder landsman's envious eyes Dream we have aught of ill- " Lest he should think of care or wo Amidst our ...
... hear the hissing sea Dashed gaily from my side . " Hush ! bootless sobs and yearning sighs , Ye broken hearts be still , Lest yonder landsman's envious eyes Dream we have aught of ill- " Lest he should think of care or wo Amidst our ...
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... hear the groans that swell From this dark lazar - house of pain and death ? Who sit with sorrow in its midnight cell , Hanging to catch some loved one's dying breath ? Who stand by yawning graves and desert homes , If we might fly where ...
... hear the groans that swell From this dark lazar - house of pain and death ? Who sit with sorrow in its midnight cell , Hanging to catch some loved one's dying breath ? Who stand by yawning graves and desert homes , If we might fly where ...
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... hears not , with intent To call him back ; and would the nymph relent , How willingly would he the Muses hear ! Hush ! hush ! to - day , sad Cypris ! and consent To spare thyself ; no more thy bosom tear- For thou must wail again , and ...
... hears not , with intent To call him back ; and would the nymph relent , How willingly would he the Muses hear ! Hush ! hush ! to - day , sad Cypris ! and consent To spare thyself ; no more thy bosom tear- For thou must wail again , and ...
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... hear , thee haply sing for Dis ; But in the Nymph's ear warble evermore , O dearest friend ! thy sweetest harmonies : For whilom , on her own Etnean shore , She sang wild snatches of the Dorian lore . Nor will thy singing unrewarded be ...
... hear , thee haply sing for Dis ; But in the Nymph's ear warble evermore , O dearest friend ! thy sweetest harmonies : For whilom , on her own Etnean shore , She sang wild snatches of the Dorian lore . Nor will thy singing unrewarded be ...
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... hear from thee : With thine eyes of merry lustre , and thy pretty lisping tongue , And thy heart that evermore lets out its humming happy song ; With thy thousand tricks so gleesome , which I bear without annoy Come to my arms , come to ...
... hear from thee : With thine eyes of merry lustre , and thy pretty lisping tongue , And thy heart that evermore lets out its humming happy song ; With thy thousand tricks so gleesome , which I bear without annoy Come to my arms , come to ...
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Էջ 143 - On every side, In a thousand valleys far and wide, Fresh flowers ; while the sun shines warm, And the babe leaps up on his mother's arm...
Էջ 284 - My son, if thou wilt receive my words, and hide my commandments with thee, so that thou incline thine ear unto wisdom, and apply thine heart to understanding; yea, if thou criest after knowledge, and liftest up thy voice for understanding ; if thou seekest her as silver, and searchest for her as for hid treasures ; then shalt thou understand the fear of the Lord, and find the knowledge of God.
Էջ 284 - And being but one, she can do all things: and remaining in herself, she maketh all things new: and in all ages entering into holy souls, she maketh them friends of God, and prophets. For God loveth none but him that dwelleth with wisdom. For she is more beautiful than the sun, and above all the order of stars: being compared with the light, she is found before it.
Էջ 264 - The voice was like the mastertone Of a rich instrument, most strangely sweet, And the dull pulses of disease awoke, And for a moment beat beneath the hot And leprous scales with a restoring thrill. " Helon, arise !" and he forgot his curse And rose and stood before him.
Էջ 262 - Room for the leper!" — And aside they stood — matron, and child, and pitiless manhood, — all who met him on his way — and let him pass. And onward through the open gate he came, a leper with the ashes on his brow, sackcloth about his loins, and on his lip a covering, — stepping painfully and slow ; and, with a difficult utterance, like one whose heart is with an iron nerve put down, crying,
Էջ 284 - When wisdom entereth into thine heart, and knowledge is pleasant unto thy soul; discretion shall preserve thee, understanding shall keep thee...
Էջ 354 - I would not exclude alteration neither ; but even when I changed, it should be to preserve. I should be led to my remedy by a great grievance. In what I did, I should follow the example of our ancestors. I would make the reparation as nearly as possible in the style of the building. A politic caution, a guarded circumspection, a moral rather than a complexional timidity, were among the ruling principles of our forefathers in their most decided conduct.
Էջ 229 - I love at early morn, from new mown swath, To see the startled frog his route pursue ; To mark while, leaping o'er the dripping path, His bright sides scatter dew, The early lark that, from its bustle flies, To hail his matin new ; And watch him to the skies.
Էջ 229 - To note on hedgerow baulks, in moisture sprent, The jetty snail creep from the mossy thorn, With earnest heed, and tremulous intent, Frail brother of the morn, That from the tiny bents and misted leaves Withdraws his timid horn, And fearful vision weaves...
Էջ 143 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of May Doth every Beast keep holiday...