The Edinburgh Magazine and Literary Miscellany, Том 86Archibald Constable and Company, 1820 |
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... less a slave than a companion , taught him the language of the country , and instructed him in the rude arts that are practised by the inhabitants . They lived together in the most perfect harmony ; and the officer , in the treatment he ...
... less a slave than a companion , taught him the language of the country , and instructed him in the rude arts that are practised by the inhabitants . They lived together in the most perfect harmony ; and the officer , in the treatment he ...
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... of the college of Edinburgh , this practice became gradually less frequent , until it ceased entirely ex- cept with those who wished to attain pro- ficiency in 1820 ] 19 Literature of Scotland in the age of A. Melville .
... of the college of Edinburgh , this practice became gradually less frequent , until it ceased entirely ex- cept with those who wished to attain pro- ficiency in 1820 ] 19 Literature of Scotland in the age of A. Melville .
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... less , and unsatisfactory , -that poison them by an indefinite longing after immortality of which his terror increases with his cer- tainty . But shew me a being crushed to the earth under all the accumulated evils of nature and fortune ...
... less , and unsatisfactory , -that poison them by an indefinite longing after immortality of which his terror increases with his cer- tainty . But shew me a being crushed to the earth under all the accumulated evils of nature and fortune ...
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... less for- midable rivals . I have much to tell you of some of my new acquaintance , whom I trust I may one of these days call friends - much of our routs , and balls , and book societies ; but I must now bid adieu to my pen , and to you ...
... less for- midable rivals . I have much to tell you of some of my new acquaintance , whom I trust I may one of these days call friends - much of our routs , and balls , and book societies ; but I must now bid adieu to my pen , and to you ...
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... less clamour of two or three of the worst in his parish ; and she represented to him the good which had been done , by induc- ing a much more frequent and regular at- tendance at church , and reforming the ge- Deral habits of the people ...
... less clamour of two or three of the worst in his parish ; and she represented to him the good which had been done , by induc- ing a much more frequent and regular at- tendance at church , and reforming the ge- Deral habits of the people ...
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Сторінка 309 - Darkling I listen ; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme...
Сторінка 309 - Tasting of Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth ! O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene...
Сторінка 536 - 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.
Сторінка 308 - 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, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint: She seem'da splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven: Porphyro grew faint: She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
Сторінка 309 - 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 309 - 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...
Сторінка 309 - 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.
Сторінка 308 - 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 bodice ; by degrees Her rich attire creeps rustling to her knees : Half-hidden, like a mermaid in sea-weed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees, In fancy, fair St.
Сторінка 308 - Clasp'd like a missal where swart Paynims pray; Blinded alike from sunshine and from rain, As though a rose should shut, and be a bud again.
Сторінка 308 - 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.