The Edinburgh magazine, and literary miscellany, a new series of The Scots magazine, Том 71820 |
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... queen - moon pass by night : Then looks of love were seen , and many a sigh Was wasted on the air , and some aloud Talked of the pangs they felt and swore to die : - She , like the solitary rose that springs In the first warmth of ...
... queen - moon pass by night : Then looks of love were seen , and many a sigh Was wasted on the air , and some aloud Talked of the pangs they felt and swore to die : - She , like the solitary rose that springs In the first warmth of ...
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... Queen's letter of invitation to the au- thor of these letters , who thus states the circumstance to her friend . " On Saturday , the 3d of this month , one of the Queen's messengers came and brought me the following letter from her ...
... Queen's letter of invitation to the au- thor of these letters , who thus states the circumstance to her friend . " On Saturday , the 3d of this month , one of the Queen's messengers came and brought me the following letter from her ...
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... Queen's Lodge . The next morning her Majesty sent one of her ladies to know how I had rested , and how I was in health , and whether her coming would not be troublesome ? You may be sure I accepted the honour , and she came about two o ...
... Queen's Lodge . The next morning her Majesty sent one of her ladies to know how I had rested , and how I was in health , and whether her coming would not be troublesome ? You may be sure I accepted the honour , and she came about two o ...
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... Queen , as they stopped to speak to her on our coming out of chapel . When we returned to breakfast , I taxed her with her having robbed ine of an opportunity of hearing what their Majesties said to her , by standing at such a distance ...
... Queen , as they stopped to speak to her on our coming out of chapel . When we returned to breakfast , I taxed her with her having robbed ine of an opportunity of hearing what their Majesties said to her , by standing at such a distance ...
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... Queen Regent's read- er in Laws and Sciences in whatever place she might appoint . " William Skene was the first authorized to teach as a civilian at St Andrews , and to substitute the Institutes and Pan- dects in room of the sacred ...
... Queen Regent's read- er in Laws and Sciences in whatever place she might appoint . " William Skene was the first authorized to teach as a civilian at St Andrews , and to substitute the Institutes and Pan- dects in room of the sacred ...
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Сторінка 315 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
Сторінка 315 - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards : Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the queen-moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry fays...
Сторінка 315 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild...
Сторінка 542 - Wherefore if they shall say unto you, Behold, He is in the desert ; go not forth : behold, He is in the secret chambers ; believe it not. For as the lightning cometh out of the east, and shineth even unto the west ; so shall also the coming of the Son of man be.
Сторінка 315 - But here there is no light Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. 1 cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs...
Сторінка 450 - Had thrilled my guileless Genevieve ; The music and the doleful tale, The rich and balmy eve ; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, An undistinguishable throng, And gentle wishes long subdued, Subdued and cherished long ! She wept with pity and delight ; She blushed with love, and maiden shame ; And like the murmur of a dream, I heard her breathe my name. Her bosom heaved — she stepped aside, As conscious of my look she stept — Then suddenly with timorous eye, She fled to me and wept.
Сторінка 314 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon. And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon ; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest.
Сторінка 314 - Of fruits, and flowers, and bunches of knot-grass, And diamonded with panes of quaint device, Innumerable of stains and splendid dyes, As are the tiger-moth's deep-damask'd wings; And in the midst, 'mong thousand heraldries, And twilight saints, and dim emblazonings, A shielded scutcheon blush'd with blood of queens and kings.
Сторінка 314 - Anon his heart revives : her vespers done, Of all its wreathed pearls her hair she frees; Unclasps her warmed jewels one by one; Loosens her fragrant boddice; by degrees Her rich attire creeps rustling to her knees...
Сторінка 315 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that ofttimes hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.