Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Том 3William Blackwood, 1818 |
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... fair , For still the Court of Session may relent . XIII . Then had our course of life been smoothly gliding In moderate unenvied calm prosperity ; Worthy old women then had not been chiding Our deafening whirls and cataracts of asperity ...
... fair , For still the Court of Session may relent . XIII . Then had our course of life been smoothly gliding In moderate unenvied calm prosperity ; Worthy old women then had not been chiding Our deafening whirls and cataracts of asperity ...
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... fair and foul , in its time , and belike it may not do for a canvass , for I am no fresh water pippin - cheek . Rem . Bear a good heart . Your face is of the kind I like . There is no room for tricks of the pencil upon too smooth a skin ...
... fair and foul , in its time , and belike it may not do for a canvass , for I am no fresh water pippin - cheek . Rem . Bear a good heart . Your face is of the kind I like . There is no room for tricks of the pencil upon too smooth a skin ...
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... fair ; 6 . Now hath one moment darkened future years , And changed the track of ages yet to be ! - Yet , mortal ! midst the bitterness of tears , Kneel , and adore th ' inscrutable decree ! Oh ! while the clear perspective smiled in ...
... fair ; 6 . Now hath one moment darkened future years , And changed the track of ages yet to be ! - Yet , mortal ! midst the bitterness of tears , Kneel , and adore th ' inscrutable decree ! Oh ! while the clear perspective smiled in ...
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... fair wife . " MR EDITOR , I PERFECTLY agree with your corres- pondent J. H. that " the commenta- tor of Shakspeare will succeed but in- differently , who cannot identify him- self in some measure with the person- age whose language and ...
... fair wife . " MR EDITOR , I PERFECTLY agree with your corres- pondent J. H. that " the commenta- tor of Shakspeare will succeed but in- differently , who cannot identify him- self in some measure with the person- age whose language and ...
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... fair wife . " To understand this perfectly , it is necessary again to turn our attention to the sentiments and ... fair , for her beau- ty would increase her danger ; but , fair or not , still " at heart a rake . " The occasional and ...
... fair wife . " To understand this perfectly , it is necessary again to turn our attention to the sentiments and ... fair , for her beau- ty would increase her danger ; but , fair or not , still " at heart a rake . " The occasional and ...
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Сторінка 224 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee and arbiter of war,— These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride or spoils of Trafalgar.
Сторінка 219 - I STOOD in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs ; A palace and a prison on each hand : I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...
Сторінка 224 - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Calm or convulsed, in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving; boundless, endless, and sublime, The image of Eternity, the throne Of the invisible,— even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Сторінка 389 - In meekness instructing those that oppose themselves; if God peradventure will give them repentance to the acknowledging of the truth; 26.
Сторінка 328 - Archangel ; but his face Deep scars of thunder had intrenched, and care Sat on his faded cheek ; but under brows Of dauntless courage, and considerate pride Waiting revenge. Cruel his eye, but cast Signs of remorse and passion, to behold The fellows of his crime, the followers rather (Far other once beheld in bliss), condemned For ever now to have their lot in pain...
Сторінка 522 - Its loveliness increases ; it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing A flowery band to bind us to the earth...
Сторінка 224 - His steps are not upon thy paths — thy fields Are not a spoil for him— thou dost arise And shake him from thee ; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling, to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth — there let him lay.
Сторінка 328 - So spake the cherub; and his grave rebuke, Severe in youthful beauty, added grace Invincible: abash'd the devil stood, And felt how awful goodness is, and saw Virtue in her shape how lovely; saw, and pined His loss: but chiefly to find here observed His lustre visibly impair'd; yet seem'd Undaunted. If I must contend...
Сторінка 219 - In Venice Tasso's echoes are no more, And silent rows the songless gondolier; Her palaces are crumbling to the shore, And music meets not always now the ear: Those days are gone —- but beauty still is here. States fall, arts fade — but Nature doth not die; Nor yet forget how Venice once was dear, The pleasant place of all festivity, The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy!
Сторінка 59 - For books are not absolutely dead things, but do contain a potency of life in them to be as active as that soul was whose progeny they are ; nay, they do preserve as in a vial the purest efficacy and extraction of that living intellect that bred them.