Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Том 14William Blackwood, 1823 |
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... Stand round , my brave boys , With heart. and the most extravagant of poets ? Simply because he is the most sun- burnt of men . Why is the Frenchman all over caprice , feeble and violent , gay and gloomy , this month a worship- per of ...
... Stand round , my brave boys , With heart. and the most extravagant of poets ? Simply because he is the most sun- burnt of men . Why is the Frenchman all over caprice , feeble and violent , gay and gloomy , this month a worship- per of ...
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" Stand round , my brave boys , With heart and with voice , And all in full chorus agree ; We'll fight for our King , And as loyally sing , And let all the world know we'll be free . " The rebels shall fly , As with shouts we. Toryism ...
" Stand round , my brave boys , With heart and with voice , And all in full chorus agree ; We'll fight for our King , And as loyally sing , And let all the world know we'll be free . " The rebels shall fly , As with shouts we. Toryism ...
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... stand beside it in the Anthologia . It was written on a Spanish war . " Who cares a puff for France and Spain , Soup maigre in alliance ! They'll soon be hang'd , as cross the main ; We give them bold defiance . " The Monsieurs want ...
... stand beside it in the Anthologia . It was written on a Spanish war . " Who cares a puff for France and Spain , Soup maigre in alliance ! They'll soon be hang'd , as cross the main ; We give them bold defiance . " The Monsieurs want ...
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... stand in the first rank , without delay , and without difficulty . The English School has now thrown all those of the con- tinent altogether out of competition . The French is learned , accurate , la- borious , and meagre ; the Italian ...
... stand in the first rank , without delay , and without difficulty . The English School has now thrown all those of the con- tinent altogether out of competition . The French is learned , accurate , la- borious , and meagre ; the Italian ...
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... stand in the very first order of meritoriousness - John Kemble was a prime black - letter scho- lar - and possessed besides all the learn- ing of the sacred profession for which he was originally destined . Mrs Sid- dons is the author ...
... stand in the very first order of meritoriousness - John Kemble was a prime black - letter scho- lar - and possessed besides all the learn- ing of the sacred profession for which he was originally destined . Mrs Sid- dons is the author ...
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Сторінка 344 - And every one that was in distress, and every one that was in debt, and every one that was discontented, gathered themselves unto him; and he became a captain over them: and there were with him about four hundred men.
Сторінка 396 - Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore, And coming events cast their shadows before.
Сторінка 157 - ... the worm that dieth not, and the fire that is not quenched.
Сторінка 265 - THE measure is English heroic verse without rime, as that of Homer in Greek, and of Virgil in Latin, — rime being no necessary adjunct or true ornament of poem or good verse, in longer works especially, but the invention of a barbarous age, to set off wretched matter and lame metre...
Сторінка 266 - ... apt numbers, fit quantity of syllables, and the sense variously drawn out from one verse into another...
Сторінка 481 - Her voice was good, and the ditty fitted for it; it was that smooth song which was made by Kit Marlow, now at least fifty years ago; and the milkmaid's mother sung an answer to it, which was made by Sir Walter Raleigh, in his younger days. They were old-fashioned poetry, but choicely good; I think much better than the strong lines that are now in fashion in this critical age.
Сторінка 482 - And we will sit upon the rocks, Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow rivers to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals. And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle...
Сторінка 288 - A mighty mass of brick, and smoke, and shipping, Dirty and dusky, but as wide as eye Could reach, with here and there a sail just skipping In sight, then lost amidst the forestry Of masts; a wilderness of steeples peeping On tiptoe through their sea-coal canopy; A huge, dun cupola, like a foolscap crown On a fool's head - and there is London Town!
Сторінка 482 - With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me, and be my love.
Сторінка 481 - No, I thank you; but, I pray, do us a courtesy that shall stand you and your daughter in nothing, and yet we will think ourselves still something in your debt: it is but to sing us a song that was sung by your daughter when I last passed over this meadow, about eight or nine days since. MILK- WOMAN. What song was it, I pray? Was it, "Come, shepherds, deck your herds"? or "As at noon Dulcina rested"?