The Edinburgh Annual Register, for 1808-26, Том 14

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J. Ballantyne and Company, 1823

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Сторінка 150 - Father, who wouldest not the death of a sinner but rather that he should turn from his wickedness and live...
Сторінка 370 - Near this spot Are deposited the Remains Of one Who Possessed Beauty Without Vanity, Strength without Insolence, Courage without Ferocity, And all the Virtues of Man Without his Vices. This Praise, which would be unmeaning flattery If inscribed over Human Ashes, Is but a just tribute to the Memory of "Boatswain," a Dog Who was born at Newfoundland, May, 1803, And died at Newstead Abbey Nov. 18, 1808.
Сторінка 128 - I WAS glad when they said unto me, We will go into the house of the Lord.
Сторінка 371 - TO THE RAINBOW. TRIUMPHAL arch, that fill'st the sky When storms prepare to part, I ask not proud Philosophy To teach me what thou art — Still seem, as to my childhood's sight, A midway station given For happy spirits to alight Betwixt the earth and heaven.
Сторінка 359 - ... sight, impressed me with horror. The blackness of the wall ; the faint light given by the candles or torches for want of air; the different objects that surrounded me seeming to converse with each other ; and the Arabs with the candles or torches in their hands, naked and covered with dust, themselves resembling living mummies, — absolutely formed a scene that cannot be described.
Сторінка 371 - And yet, fair bow, no fabling dreams, But words of the Most High, Have told why first thy robe of beams Was woven in the sky. When o'er the green undeluged earth, Heaven's covenant thou didst shine, How came the world's gray fathers forth To watch thy sacred sign ! And when its yellow lustre smiled O'er mountains yet untrod, Each mother held aloft her child To bless the bow of God.
Сторінка 374 - Let their fate be a mock-word — let men of all lands Laugh out, with a scorn that shall ring to the poles, When each sword that the cowards let fall from their hands Shall be forged into fetters to enter their souls ! And deep and more deep as the iron is driven, Base slaves! may the whet of their agony be, To think — as the damned haply think of that heaven They had once in their reach — that they might have been free!
Сторінка 348 - ... the sound of voices which, during the cold weather, could be heard at a much greater distance than usual, served now and then to break the silence which reigned around us : a silence far different from that peaceable composure which characterizes the landscape of a cultivated country ; it was the death-like stillness of the most dreary desolation, and the total absence of animated existence.
Сторінка 138 - ... else. Beside the prince sat a good-humoured lass, who seemed all eyes and ears (his daughter-in-law, I believe,) who wore as many diamonds as if they had been Bristol stones.
Сторінка 25 - An act for the more effectual suppression of societies established for seditious and treasonable purposes, and for better preventing treasonable and seditious practices; so far as respects certain penalties on printers and publishers.

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