The Edinburgh magazine, and literary miscellany, a new series of The Scots magazine, Том 71820 |
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... live in moments years , an age in hours ; Through every movement of the heart they run In a brief period with a courser's speed , And mark , decide , reject ; but if indeed They smile on us - oh ! as the eternal sun Forms and ...
... live in moments years , an age in hours ; Through every movement of the heart they run In a brief period with a courser's speed , And mark , decide , reject ; but if indeed They smile on us - oh ! as the eternal sun Forms and ...
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... live by , have laid a wager with Ned Trevor that she will come . Let not my cautious mother shake her head , and say , " Dear me , how silly ! " for , with true professional skill , I have laid my bet with all the odds in my favour ...
... live by , have laid a wager with Ned Trevor that she will come . Let not my cautious mother shake her head , and say , " Dear me , how silly ! " for , with true professional skill , I have laid my bet with all the odds in my favour ...
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... live in the happy ignorance of the follies and vices of the age , but in mutual peace and good - will with one another , and are seem- ingly ( I hope really too ) sincere Christians , and sound members of the established church , not ...
... live in the happy ignorance of the follies and vices of the age , but in mutual peace and good - will with one another , and are seem- ingly ( I hope really too ) sincere Christians , and sound members of the established church , not ...
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... live in peace , but in love , with all men . He was placable , and charitable in his judgments ; and , however correct in con- duct and rigorous to himself , he was ever ready to forgive the trespasses of others , and to soften the ...
... live in peace , but in love , with all men . He was placable , and charitable in his judgments ; and , however correct in con- duct and rigorous to himself , he was ever ready to forgive the trespasses of others , and to soften the ...
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... live and love for me alone , I shall be wholly hers - she all my own ! VOL . VII . S. Your heart is fill'd with me - and the de- sire Of my return to Florence . You have bound My gratitude the more unto yourself , For that an exile ...
... live and love for me alone , I shall be wholly hers - she all my own ! VOL . VII . S. Your heart is fill'd with me - and the de- sire Of my return to Florence . You have bound My gratitude the more unto yourself , For that an exile ...
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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.