Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Հատոր 6W. Blackwood & Sons, 1820 |
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... leave of her sweet - heart , now going to wars , to com- fort herself in his absence she took his Pic- ture with a coal upon the wall , as the can- dle gave the shadow , which her father ad- miring , perfected it afterwards ; and it was ...
... leave of her sweet - heart , now going to wars , to com- fort herself in his absence she took his Pic- ture with a coal upon the wall , as the can- dle gave the shadow , which her father ad- miring , perfected it afterwards ; and it was ...
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... leave no room for obscurity . But I presume , that what happens is this . The me- VOL . VI . taphysical writer , having exceedingly familiar to his mind certain thoughts and certain courses of thought , and having their expression in ...
... leave no room for obscurity . But I presume , that what happens is this . The me- VOL . VI . taphysical writer , having exceedingly familiar to his mind certain thoughts and certain courses of thought , and having their expression in ...
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... leave England for two or three years , and thus withdraw his atlas shoulders from the support of this monstrous monopoly , and we cannot help anticipating a speedy end to it , and to all its mischievous conse- quences . We may then ...
... leave England for two or three years , and thus withdraw his atlas shoulders from the support of this monstrous monopoly , and we cannot help anticipating a speedy end to it , and to all its mischievous conse- quences . We may then ...
Էջ 56
... leave to enjoy him- self - the lawyer ceases from his toil- the tailor's measure is an " idle in- strument " -and the roll of a carriage is heard no more . There is something melancholy in all this ; the spirit of assimilation car- ries ...
... leave to enjoy him- self - the lawyer ceases from his toil- the tailor's measure is an " idle in- strument " -and the roll of a carriage is heard no more . There is something melancholy in all this ; the spirit of assimilation car- ries ...
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... leave , said he , as he bestowed a parting bow , of the last of ancient English sculptors . I had next the good fortune to find out the abode of a youthful sculptor , who had commenced his career under most favourable auspices , having ...
... leave , said he , as he bestowed a parting bow , of the last of ancient English sculptors . I had next the good fortune to find out the abode of a youthful sculptor , who had commenced his career under most favourable auspices , having ...
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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.