Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Հատոր 6W. Blackwood & Sons, 1820 |
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... delight with which the Mariner dwells upon the image of the " pious bird of omen good , " as it Every day , for food or play , Came to the Mariner's hollo ! And the convulsive shudder with which he narrates the treacherous issue ...
... delight with which the Mariner dwells upon the image of the " pious bird of omen good , " as it Every day , for food or play , Came to the Mariner's hollo ! And the convulsive shudder with which he narrates the treacherous issue ...
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... delight , She blush'd with love , and virgin - shame : And like the murmur of a dream , I heard her breathe my name . Her bosom heav'd - she stept aside , As conscious of my look she step --- Then suddenly , with timorous eye She fled ...
... delight , She blush'd with love , and virgin - shame : And like the murmur of a dream , I heard her breathe my name . Her bosom heav'd - she stept aside , As conscious of my look she step --- Then suddenly , with timorous eye She fled ...
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... delighted tenderness and love , and unreservedly opens all the pure and warm affections of the most ami- able of ... delight to fling the ra- diance or the mists of fiction over the most common tale of life - that of the other would ...
... delighted tenderness and love , and unreservedly opens all the pure and warm affections of the most ami- able of ... delight to fling the ra- diance or the mists of fiction over the most common tale of life - that of the other would ...
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... delighted the revellers , now languid and weary from the past VOL . VI . 66 Upraising , answered , Pale Zarinel , his head " Peace is with the dead ! Him dost thou seek who injur'd thine and thee ? Here - strike the fell assassin - I am ...
... delighted the revellers , now languid and weary from the past VOL . VI . 66 Upraising , answered , Pale Zarinel , his head " Peace is with the dead ! Him dost thou seek who injur'd thine and thee ? Here - strike the fell assassin - I am ...
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... delight it may be to go forth among the people , on no other errand than of pure good will , and with no other ministrations than those of respect and tenderness . Nothing , we think , can be more beautiful than the paragraph in which ...
... delight it may be to go forth among the people , on no other errand than of pure good will , and with no other ministrations than those of respect and tenderness . Nothing , we think , can be more beautiful than the paragraph in which ...
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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 354 - 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.