Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Հատոր 6W. Blackwood & Sons, 1820 |
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... spirit of this lovely dream . There is the very es- sence of tenderness in the remorseful 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 ...
... spirit of this lovely dream . There is the very es- sence of tenderness in the remorseful 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 ...
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... spirit has been melted , and the ship has begun to sail homewards . Around , around , flew each sweet sound , Then darted to the Sun ; Slowly the sounds came back again , Now mixed , now one by one . Sometimes a - dropping from the sky ...
... spirit has been melted , and the ship has begun to sail homewards . Around , around , flew each sweet sound , Then darted to the Sun ; Slowly the sounds came back again , Now mixed , now one by one . Sometimes a - dropping from the sky ...
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... spirit in one interminable sea of thoughts undefineable . We are aware that this inimitable poem is bet- ter known than any of its author's productions and doubt not that many hundreds of our readers have got it by heart long ago ...
... spirit in one interminable sea of thoughts undefineable . We are aware that this inimitable poem is bet- ter known than any of its author's productions and doubt not that many hundreds of our readers have got it by heart long ago ...
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... spirit , stand , Angel of hope and peace , at my right hand , ( When blood - drops stagnate on my brow ) and guide My pathless voyage o'er the unknown tide , To scenes of endless joy - to that fair isle , Where bow'rs of bliss , and ...
... spirit , stand , Angel of hope and peace , at my right hand , ( When blood - drops stagnate on my brow ) and guide My pathless voyage o'er the unknown tide , To scenes of endless joy - to that fair isle , Where bow'rs of bliss , and ...
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... Spirit shall our cause decide . " He spoke the warriors of the night obey ; And , ere the earliest streak of dawning day , They led her from the scene of blood away . The Spanish woman is next repre- sented bound , and pale , and ...
... Spirit shall our cause decide . " He spoke the warriors of the night obey ; And , ere the earliest streak of dawning day , They led her from the scene of blood away . The Spanish woman is next repre- sented bound , and pale , and ...
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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.