The Schoolmaster, and Edinburgh Weekly Magazine, Томи 1 – 2John Anderson [for John Johnstone], 1832 |
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... Lady Morgan and her Nieces . 31 Hydrophobia , from a Paper in the Westminster Review ........ 77 Hydrostatic Bed ... 179 212 ... 2 HOLYDAY RAMBLES ROUND EDINBURGH - No . I. The Railway..3 No. II . The Roman Camp .... : ... 17 ..... 321 ...
... Lady Morgan and her Nieces . 31 Hydrophobia , from a Paper in the Westminster Review ........ 77 Hydrostatic Bed ... 179 212 ... 2 HOLYDAY RAMBLES ROUND EDINBURGH - No . I. The Railway..3 No. II . The Roman Camp .... : ... 17 ..... 321 ...
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... Lady Grange , 228 Stories of Birds - The Robin , 98 Lady Louisa's Cow , 289 " A righteous Man regardeth the life of his beast ” — Thoughtless Cruelty , Lawrie Tod , the identical , or the Way to get on , 72 160 Leather Breeches , the ...
... Lady Grange , 228 Stories of Birds - The Robin , 98 Lady Louisa's Cow , 289 " A righteous Man regardeth the life of his beast ” — Thoughtless Cruelty , Lawrie Tod , the identical , or the Way to get on , 72 160 Leather Breeches , the ...
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... lady in the dark shawl , her smile of quiet ex- citement only now taking place of the rigid hor - terate radicalism . rors of the tunnel , goes but as far as Lugton - Path , to see an old neighbour , and obtain change of air for her ...
... lady in the dark shawl , her smile of quiet ex- citement only now taking place of the rigid hor - terate radicalism . rors of the tunnel , goes but as far as Lugton - Path , to see an old neighbour , and obtain change of air for her ...
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... Lady Jane Something , he laughed , and said , “ Ah , these Peels ! -They'll ever be after the Jennies . " thing for ... lady gay ? I have no voice for lady's bowers , For page like this no fitting lay . Yet though my heart no more must ...
... Lady Jane Something , he laughed , and said , “ Ah , these Peels ! -They'll ever be after the Jennies . " thing for ... lady gay ? I have no voice for lady's bowers , For page like this no fitting lay . Yet though my heart no more must ...
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... lady ! " I did flatter myself , " said she , And here , sir , was an end at once to all the hopes that Mary him , had told her , resided in it . The wild project of fixing herself " that seeing me look sorrowful and sick , and having ...
... lady ! " I did flatter myself , " said she , And here , sir , was an end at once to all the hopes that Mary him , had told her , resided in it . The wild project of fixing herself " that seeing me look sorrowful and sick , and having ...
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Сторінка 273 - When the broken arches are black in night, And each shafted oriel glimmers white ; When the cold light's uncertain shower Streams on the ruined central tower; When buttress and buttress, alternately, Seem framed of ebon and ivory...
Сторінка 30 - Ho ! maidens of Vienna ; ho ! matrons of Lucerne ; Weep, weep, and rend your hair for those who never shall return. Ho ! Philip, send, for charity, thy Mexican pistoles, That Antwerp monks may sing a mass for thy poor spearmen's souls.
Сторінка 290 - Rise like Lions after slumber In unvanquishable number, Shake your chains to earth like dew Which in sleep had fallen on you — Ye are many — they are few.
Сторінка 82 - The community is a fictitious body, composed of the individual persons who are considered as constituting as it were its members. The interest of the community then is, what? — the sum of the interests of the several members who compose it.
Сторінка 298 - Equity is a roguish thing; for law we have a measure, know what to trust to; equity is according to the conscience of him that is Chancellor, and as that is larger or narrower, so is equity. 'Tis all one as if they should make the standard for the measure we call a foot, a Chancellor's foot; what an uncertain measure would this be!
Сторінка 30 - Bartholomew," was passed from man to man ; But out spake gentle Henry, "No Frenchman is my foe : Down, down with every foreigner, but let your brethren go.
Сторінка 290 - Tis to work and have such pay As just keeps life from day to day In your limbs, as in a cell For the tyrants...
Сторінка 30 - D'Aumale hath cried for quarter. The Flemish count is slain. Their ranks are breaking like thin clouds before a Biscay gale; The field is heaped with bleeding steeds, and flags, and cloven mail. And then we thought on vengeance, and, all along our van, "Remember St. Bartholomew,
Сторінка 30 - Flemish spears. There rode the brood of false Lorraine, the curses of our land ! And dark Mayenne was in the midst, a truncheon in his hand ; And, as we looked on them, we thought of Seine's...
Сторінка 268 - The time would e'er be o'er, And I on thee should look my last, And thou shouldst smile no more! And still upon that face I look, And think 'twill smile again ; And still the thought I will not brook, That I must look in vain ! But when I speak— thou dost not say What thou ne'er left'st unsaid...