Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Том 36W. Blackwood & Sons, 1834 |
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... voice . " Not paler than thy hand , thou ministering angel . " No smile met our reply - and verily it was a vain one for her ear was un- acquainted with compliments , and familiar at all times with the lan- guage and the tones of truth ...
... voice . " Not paler than thy hand , thou ministering angel . " No smile met our reply - and verily it was a vain one for her ear was un- acquainted with compliments , and familiar at all times with the lan- guage and the tones of truth ...
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... voice cry to all the house - Sleep no more- Colons doth murder sleep . " We found our advantage in his unup- braiding conscience . But as soon as his majesty set off to seek refuge in his distant dominions , we wished that Somnus had ...
... voice cry to all the house - Sleep no more- Colons doth murder sleep . " We found our advantage in his unup- braiding conscience . But as soon as his majesty set off to seek refuge in his distant dominions , we wished that Somnus had ...
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... voice is calculated for the general forum of all people . The press is nothing else than the word , the first of all powers - the word created the universe . Unhappily the word in man participates of the human infirmity - it will mix ...
... voice is calculated for the general forum of all people . The press is nothing else than the word , the first of all powers - the word created the universe . Unhappily the word in man participates of the human infirmity - it will mix ...
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... voice the canticle of the mis- sions . Tout brulant d'une ardeur immortelle , C'est vers Dieu qui tendent mes desirs . " As she went swiftly along , sea- gulls , and beautiful marine birds , call- ed egrets , from their tufts of ...
... voice the canticle of the mis- sions . Tout brulant d'une ardeur immortelle , C'est vers Dieu qui tendent mes desirs . " As she went swiftly along , sea- gulls , and beautiful marine birds , call- ed egrets , from their tufts of ...
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... voice could scarcely be heard through the rushing of another heavy shower on the hollow deck over- head . But this time he was address- ing some one on deck , and from where I lay I could see up the com- panion ladder . « < I say , Mr ...
... voice could scarcely be heard through the rushing of another heavy shower on the hollow deck over- head . But this time he was address- ing some one on deck , and from where I lay I could see up the com- panion ladder . « < I say , Mr ...
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Сторінка 566 - Beyond the shadow of the ship, I watched the water-snakes: They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes. Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire: Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam; and every track Was a flash of golden fire.
Сторінка 548 - Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently ! Around thee and above, Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass : methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge ! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity ! 0 dread and silent mount ! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought : entranced in prayer, I worshipped the Invisible alone.
Сторінка 549 - Thou too, hoar Mount! with thy sky-pointing peaks, Oft from whose feet the avalanche, unheard, Shoots downward, glittering through the pure serene Into the depth of clouds, that veil thy breast— Thou too again, stupendous Mountain!
Сторінка 561 - Beneath the lamp the lady bowed, And slowly rolled her eyes around; Then drawing in her breath aloud, Like one that shuddered, she unbound The cincture from beneath her breast: Her silken robe, and inner vest, Dropt to her feet, and full in view, Behold! her bosom and half her side A sight to dream of, not to tell!
Сторінка 566 - And all together pray. While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends. And youths and maidens gay...
Сторінка 548 - Ye ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain — Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — God! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!
Сторінка 563 - By thy long grey beard and glittering eye, Now wherefore stopp'st thou me? 'The Bridegroom's doors are opened wide, And I am next of kin; The guests are met, the feast is set: May'st hear the merry din.
Сторінка 563 - The wedding-guest he beat his breast, Yet he cannot choose but hear ! And thus spake on that ancient man, The bright-eyed Mariner.
Сторінка 541 - O pure of heart ! thou need'st not ask of me What this strong music in the soul may be ! What, and wherein it doth exist, This light, this glory, this fair luminous mist, This beautiful and beauty-making power.
Сторінка 565 - And every tongue, through utter drought, Was withered at the root; "We could not speak, no more than if We had been choked with soot. "Ah! well-a-day! what evil looks Had I from old and young! Instead of the cross, the Albatross About my neck was hung.