The Edinburgh magazine, and literary miscellany, a new series of The Scots magazine, Том 51819 |
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... honours due to it . We are generally right in what we approve ourselves ; for lik- ing proceeds from a certain conformi- ty of objects to the taste ; as we are generally wrong in condemning what others admire ; for our dislike mostly ...
... honours due to it . We are generally right in what we approve ourselves ; for lik- ing proceeds from a certain conformi- ty of objects to the taste ; as we are generally wrong in condemning what others admire ; for our dislike mostly ...
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... honour to fight for such an accident , and only sharp words pass , though swords are commonly worn ; for I must inform you , that he who kills his antagonist is infallibly rewarded with a halter , though he were a knight of the gar- ter ...
... honour to fight for such an accident , and only sharp words pass , though swords are commonly worn ; for I must inform you , that he who kills his antagonist is infallibly rewarded with a halter , though he were a knight of the gar- ter ...
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... honoured them with his presence that day . Mr Robert Burns , in a speech every way worthy of the son of such a fa- ther , returned his thanks for the honour done him . In confirmation of the observation of Sir James Mack- intosh , that ...
... honoured them with his presence that day . Mr Robert Burns , in a speech every way worthy of the son of such a fa- ther , returned his thanks for the honour done him . In confirmation of the observation of Sir James Mack- intosh , that ...
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... honour , the badge of the brave ! Alas ! for bright Honour ! -it falls while it shines ! It drops , while proud Viet'ry her chaplet entwines , Unfelt on the brow where the laurels should bloom ! Ungilded with trophies - neglected by ...
... honour , the badge of the brave ! Alas ! for bright Honour ! -it falls while it shines ! It drops , while proud Viet'ry her chaplet entwines , Unfelt on the brow where the laurels should bloom ! Ungilded with trophies - neglected by ...
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... Honour's sanguine bed , Found their light boast , -a feather dipt in red ; While those whose nerves , unfitted for the fight , Bore , emblem of their fear , the sickly . white . Scar'd in these days , by menace and re- proof 1819 . The ...
... Honour's sanguine bed , Found their light boast , -a feather dipt in red ; While those whose nerves , unfitted for the fight , Bore , emblem of their fear , the sickly . white . Scar'd in these days , by menace and re- proof 1819 . The ...
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Сторінка 322 - Rip's story was soon told, for the whole twenty years had been to him but as one night. The neighbors stared when they heard it. Some were seen to wink at each other and put their tongues in their cheeks ; and the self-important man in the cocked hat, who, when the alarm was over, had returned to the field, screwed down the corners of his mouth and shook his head, upon which there was a general shaking of the head throughout the assemblage. It was determined, however, to take the opinion of old Peter...
Сторінка 318 - ... of buttons down the sides, and bunches at the knees. He bore on his shoulder a stout keg, that seemed full of liquor, and made signs for Rip to approach and assist him with the load.
Сторінка 320 - ... at the poor man's perplexities. What was to be done? the morning was passing away, and Rip felt famished for want of his breakfast. He grieved to give up his dog and gun; he dreaded to meet his wife; but it would not do to starve among the mountains. He shook his head, shouldered the rusty firelock, and, with a heart full of trouble and anxiety, turned his steps homeward.
Сторінка 322 - Half-moon ; being permitted in this way to revisit the scenes of his enterprise, and keep a guardian eye upon the river and the great city called by his name.
Сторінка 316 - Rip Van Winkle, however, was one of those happy mortals, of foolish, well-oiled dispositions, who take the world easy, eat white bread or brown, whichever can be got with least thought or trouble, and would rather starve on a penny than work for a pound. If left to himself, he would have whistled life away in perfect contentment ; but his wife kept continually dinning in his ears about his idleness, his carelessness, and the ruin he was bringing on his family.
Сторінка 101 - tis better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow.
Сторінка 316 - ... about it went wrong, and would go wrong in spite of him. His fences were continually falling to pieces; his cow would either go astray or get among...
Сторінка 319 - On waking, he found himself on the green knoll whence he had first seen the old man of the glen. He rubbed his eyes — it was a bright sunny morning. The birds were hopping and twittering among the bushes, and the eagle was wheeling aloft, and breasting the pure mountain breeze. "Surely," thought Rip, "I have not slept here all night.
Сторінка 320 - At length he reached to where the ravine had opened through the cliffs to the amphitheatre; but no traces of such opening remained. The rocks presented a high impenetrable wall, over which the torrent came tumbling in a sheet of feathery foam, and fell into a broad deep basin, black from the shadows of the surrounding forest.
Сторінка 320 - There was, as usual, a crowd of folk about the door, but none that Rip recollected. The very character of the people seemed changed. There was a busy, bustling, disputatious tone about it, instead of the accustomed phlegm and drowsy tranquillity.