Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Հատոր 6 |
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The male and the female skeleton in the spectre-ship, or, as they are now called,
“DEAth and LIfe-In-DEATH,” have diced for the ship's crew—and she, the latter,
has won the ancient Mariner. These verses are, we think, quite new. The second
...
The male and the female skeleton in the spectre-ship, or, as they are now called,
“DEAth and LIfe-In-DEATH,” have diced for the ship's crew—and she, the latter,
has won the ancient Mariner. These verses are, we think, quite new. The second
...
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The death - fires danced at night ; From the fiends that plague thee thus ! The
water , like a witch's oils , Why look'st thou so ? ” - With my cross Burnt green ,
and blue , and white . bow Ah ! well a - day ! what evil looks I shot the
ALBATROSS !
The death - fires danced at night ; From the fiends that plague thee thus ! The
water , like a witch's oils , Why look'st thou so ? ” - With my cross Burnt green ,
and blue , and white . bow Ah ! well a - day ! what evil looks I shot the
ALBATROSS !
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Now in glimmer , and now in gloom , After the notion of evil has once been And
now they pass the Baron's room , still as death with stifled breath ! suggested to
the reader , the external I now have reach'd her chamber door ; beauty and great
...
Now in glimmer , and now in gloom , After the notion of evil has once been And
now they pass the Baron's room , still as death with stifled breath ! suggested to
the reader , the external I now have reach'd her chamber door ; beauty and great
...
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Just heard to trickle through a covert near , Yet to my father should I all relate ,
Death , instant death , would be a traitor's fate ! ' And soothing , with perpetual
lapse , the ear , A fount , like rain - drops , filter'd thro ' the stone , Yet
notwithstanding ...
Just heard to trickle through a covert near , Yet to my father should I all relate ,
Death , instant death , would be a traitor's fate ! ' And soothing , with perpetual
lapse , the ear , A fount , like rain - drops , filter'd thro ' the stone , Yet
notwithstanding ...
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As thus , with shadow stretching o'er the sand , Then fainting fell , as from death's
instant stroke . He mus'd and wander'd on the winding strand , To the inquiries of
the Chiefs from At distance , toss'd upon the foaming tide , A dark and floating ...
As thus , with shadow stretching o'er the sand , Then fainting fell , as from death's
instant stroke . He mus'd and wander'd on the winding strand , To the inquiries of
the Chiefs from At distance , toss'd upon the foaming tide , A dark and floating ...
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Էջ 271 - And as he prayed, the fashion of his countenance was altered, and his raiment was white and glistering. 30 And, behold, there talked with him two men, which were Moses and Elias: 31 Who appeared in glory, and spake of his decease which he should accomplish at Jerusalem.
Էջ 356 - Triumph, my Britain, thou hast one to show To whom all scenes of Europe homage owe; He was not of an age, but for all time! And all the Muses still were in their prime When like Apollo he came forth to warm Our ears, or like a Mercury to charm! Nature herself was proud of his designs, And joyed to wear the dressing of his lines!
Էջ 2 - Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope ! my joy ! my Genevieve ! She loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I played a soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story — An old, rude song that suited well That ruin wild and hoary.
Էջ 57 - I saw a smith stand with his hammer, thus, The whilst his iron did on the anvil cool, With open mouth swallowing a tailor's news ; Who, with his shears and measure in his hand, Standing on slippers, (which his nimble haste Had falsely thrust upon contrary feet) Told of a many thousand warlike French, That were embattailed and rank'd in Kent.
Էջ 139 - More graceful than her own. His wandering step Obedient to high thoughts, has visited The awful ruins of the days of old : Athens, and Tyre, and Balbec, and the waste Where stood Jerusalem, the fallen towers Of Babylon, the eternal pyramids, Memphis and Thebes, and whatsoe'er of strange Sculptured on alabaster obelisk, Or jasper tomb, or mutilated sphynx, Dark /Ethiopia in her desert hills Conceals.
Էջ 179 - Still o'er these scenes my memory wakes, And fondly broods with miser care ; Time but the impression deeper makes, As streams their channels deeper wear.