Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Том 88W. Blackwood, 1860 |
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... eyes , wistfully gazing on the few re- maining huts of Berbera , lit upon some female figures beckoning to me , but could not divine who they were , or what was their meaning . I rose as a last hope , and hobbled towards them , for my ...
... eyes , wistfully gazing on the few re- maining huts of Berbera , lit upon some female figures beckoning to me , but could not divine who they were , or what was their meaning . I rose as a last hope , and hobbled towards them , for my ...
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... souls who heard that a battle had happened ever so long before they could know whether the light of their eyes had gone out in the fury of that deadly mysterious But fight ? Is it any good to the puzzled spellers 1860. ] 37 Poetry .
... souls who heard that a battle had happened ever so long before they could know whether the light of their eyes had gone out in the fury of that deadly mysterious But fight ? Is it any good to the puzzled spellers 1860. ] 37 Poetry .
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... eyes to sublimer instruments than that petty mechan- ism of humanity which had occupied too much the other ages . He had to sing electricity and its triumphs . He had to transport himself back in im- agination to that gorgeous , muddy ...
... eyes to sublimer instruments than that petty mechan- ism of humanity which had occupied too much the other ages . He had to sing electricity and its triumphs . He had to transport himself back in im- agination to that gorgeous , muddy ...
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... eyes , and gives a distinct- ness and warmth of colour to things one sees for one's self , but which happen to have been seen beforehand by that poet in a more radiant and intenser light . This still indepen- dent of words , however ...
... eyes , and gives a distinct- ness and warmth of colour to things one sees for one's self , but which happen to have been seen beforehand by that poet in a more radiant and intenser light . This still indepen- dent of words , however ...
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... eyes . Where we only see a fiddler , it is Orpheus , to his eyes , that draws the bow - the strains are strains to which the stars stand still and listen , though we find so little music in them therefore sing , ye minor minstrels ...
... eyes . Where we only see a fiddler , it is Orpheus , to his eyes , that draws the bow - the strains are strains to which the stars stand still and listen , though we find so little music in them therefore sing , ye minor minstrels ...
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