Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Հատոր 6 |
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The naked hulk alongside came, And the twain were casting dice; “The game is
done ! I've won, I've won t” Quoth she, and whistles thrice. The Sun's rim dips; the
stars rush out: At one stride comes the dark ; With far-heard whisper, o'er the sea
...
The naked hulk alongside came, And the twain were casting dice; “The game is
done ! I've won, I've won t” Quoth she, and whistles thrice. The Sun's rim dips; the
stars rush out: At one stride comes the dark ; With far-heard whisper, o'er the sea
...
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... and whistles thrice . which the mysterious scene is opened , The Sun's rim dips
; the stars rush out : surely he will experience no revulsion At one stride comes
the dark ; towards the centre and spirit of this With far - heard whisper , o'er the ...
... and whistles thrice . which the mysterious scene is opened , The Sun's rim dips
; the stars rush out : surely he will experience no revulsion At one stride comes
the dark ; towards the centre and spirit of this With far - heard whisper , o'er the ...
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I heard the sky - lark sing ; He went like one that hath been stunned , Sometimes
all little birds that are , And is of sense forlorn : How they seem'd to fill the sea and
air A SADDER AND A VISER MAN , With their sweet jargoning ! HE ROSE THE ...
I heard the sky - lark sing ; He went like one that hath been stunned , Sometimes
all little birds that are , And is of sense forlorn : How they seem'd to fill the sea and
air A SADDER AND A VISER MAN , With their sweet jargoning ! HE ROSE THE ...
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She leant against the armed man , She wept with pity and delight , The statue of
the armed knight ; She blush'd with love , and virgin - shame : She stood and
listend to my lay , And like the murmur of a dream , Amid the lingering light . I
heard ...
She leant against the armed man , She wept with pity and delight , The statue of
the armed knight ; She blush'd with love , and virgin - shame : She stood and
listend to my lay , And like the murmur of a dream , Amid the lingering light . I
heard ...
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Or at deep midnight are thine accents heard , In the sad notes of that melodious
bird , Sev'n snows had fall'n , and sev'n green summers Which , as we listen with
mysterious dread , pass'd , Brings tidings from our friends and fathers dead ?
Or at deep midnight are thine accents heard , In the sad notes of that melodious
bird , Sev'n snows had fall'n , and sev'n green summers Which , as we listen with
mysterious dread , pass'd , Brings tidings from our friends and fathers dead ?
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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.