Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 1W. Blackwood, 1817 |
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... look after the house . She was presently alarmed by the noise of shouts , oaths , blows , and all the tumult of a gypsey battle . It seems another clan had arrived , and the earlier settlers instantly gave them battle . The poor woman ...
... look after the house . She was presently alarmed by the noise of shouts , oaths , blows , and all the tumult of a gypsey battle . It seems another clan had arrived , and the earlier settlers instantly gave them battle . The poor woman ...
Page 61
... look round him from this ele- vated height , a confused impression of immensity is the first effect produced upon his mind ; but the blue colour , deep almost to blackness , of the canopy above him , soon arrests his attention . He next ...
... look round him from this ele- vated height , a confused impression of immensity is the first effect produced upon his mind ; but the blue colour , deep almost to blackness , of the canopy above him , soon arrests his attention . He next ...
Page 64
... look at it , and asked , whether she saw it . She answered , " Yes , " in a low and feeble voice . She now proceeded gradually , and in a very few minutes , to regain all her faculties ; but was so weak as scarcely to be able to move ...
... look at it , and asked , whether she saw it . She answered , " Yes , " in a low and feeble voice . She now proceeded gradually , and in a very few minutes , to regain all her faculties ; but was so weak as scarcely to be able to move ...
Page 70
... looks around , Enshrouded in a calm Profound as fills the house of prayer , E'er from the band of virgins fair Is breathed ... look hath changed the whole . The gayest village of the gay Beside thy own sweet river , Wert Thou on Week or ...
... looks around , Enshrouded in a calm Profound as fills the house of prayer , E'er from the band of virgins fair Is breathed ... look hath changed the whole . The gayest village of the gay Beside thy own sweet river , Wert Thou on Week or ...
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... look , Oft bleating in their dumb distress On her their sweet dead shepherdess . The horses pasturing through the range Of gateless fields , all common now , Free from the yoke enjoy the change , To them a long long Sabbath - sleep ...
... look , Oft bleating in their dumb distress On her their sweet dead shepherdess . The horses pasturing through the range Of gateless fields , all common now , Free from the yoke enjoy the change , To them a long long Sabbath - sleep ...
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Page 369 - Appear like mice; and yon' tall anchoring bark, Diminish'd to her cock; her cock, a buoy Almost too small for sight: The murmuring surge, That on the unnumber'd idle pebbles chafes, Cannot be heard so high: — I'll look no more; Lest my brain turn, and the deficient sight Topple down headlong.
Page 453 - Duncan is in his grave; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well; Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing Can touch him further.
Page 369 - tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows and choughs, that wing the midway air, Show scarce so gross as beetles : Half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade! Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yon...
Page 274 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him.
Page 288 - Mont Blanc is the monarch of mountains: They crowned him long ago, On a throne of rocks, in a robe of clouds, With a diadem of snow.
Page 487 - Fanning their odoriferous wings, dispense Native perfumes, and whisper whence they stole Those balmy spoils. As when to them who sail Beyond the Cape of Hope, and now are past Mozambic, off at sea north-east winds blow Sabean odours from the spicy shore Of Araby the Blest; with, such delay Well pleased they slack their course, and many a league Cheer'd with the grateful smell old Ocean smiles...
Page 281 - There was a time," he said, in mild, Heart-humbled tones, "thou blessed child! When, young and haply pure as thou, I looked and prayed like thee; but now — " He hung his head ; each nobler aim And hope and feeling, which had slept From boyhood's hour, that instant came Fresh o'er him, and he wept — he wept! Blest tears of soul-felt penitence; In whose benign, redeeming flow Is felt the first, the only sense Of guiltless joy that guilt can know. "There's a drop...
Page 282 - Then to advise how war may, best upheld, Move by her two main nerves, iron and gold, In all her equipage...
Page 290 - I do bear This punishment for both — that thou wilt be One of the blessed — and that I shall die ; For hitherto all hateful things conspire To bind me in existence — in a life Which makes me shrink from immortality — A future like the past.
Page 506 - Alas! — how light a cause may move Dissension between hearts that love ! Hearts that the world in vain had tried, And sorrow but more closely tied ; That stood the storm, when waves were rough, Yet in a sunny hour fall off, Like ships that have gone down at sea, When heaven was all tranquillity...