Tait's Edinburgh Magazine, Том 2William Tait, Christian Isobel Johnstone W. Tait, 1833 |
Результаты поиска по книге
Результаты 1 – 5 из 100
Стр. 21
... dark mailed horsemen and forest of lances came through into the sunshine . The long black line of men - at - arms poured slowly down the street , till the bright tabards of the heralds appeared at the gate , followed by the great banner ...
... dark mailed horsemen and forest of lances came through into the sunshine . The long black line of men - at - arms poured slowly down the street , till the bright tabards of the heralds appeared at the gate , followed by the great banner ...
Стр. 22
... dark ; the Chateau was dim and still , and the quiet of feudal solitude had succeeded to the hurry and glitter of the baronial pageant and military parade . At times a sudden roar of songs and voices came from the ward rooms , but only ...
... dark ; the Chateau was dim and still , and the quiet of feudal solitude had succeeded to the hurry and glitter of the baronial pageant and military parade . At times a sudden roar of songs and voices came from the ward rooms , but only ...
Стр. 23
... dark mantle came out from the west postern , and turned hastily towards the Grande Place . The full moon was rising over the dim houses as he entered the square ; and as he looked up to her bright face , it discovered the pale noble ...
... dark mantle came out from the west postern , and turned hastily towards the Grande Place . The full moon was rising over the dim houses as he entered the square ; and as he looked up to her bright face , it discovered the pale noble ...
Стр. 25
... dark man , his arms folded , his back to the tree , and his brown cap and deep mantle , scarce distinguishable from the knotted and fan- tastic shapes of the old trunks that stood about him . As he leaned and gazed upon the path , a ...
... dark man , his arms folded , his back to the tree , and his brown cap and deep mantle , scarce distinguishable from the knotted and fan- tastic shapes of the old trunks that stood about him . As he leaned and gazed upon the path , a ...
Стр. 28
... dark shadows of the black penitents , pre- ceded by their cross , and lighted by a thousand torches . In the midst , bare - headed and bare - footed , divested of all his feudal ensigns , with a torch in his hand and a chain upon his ...
... dark shadows of the black penitents , pre- ceded by their cross , and lighted by a thousand torches . In the midst , bare - headed and bare - footed , divested of all his feudal ensigns , with a torch in his hand and a chain upon his ...
Содержание
4 | |
5 | |
18 | |
20 | |
39 | |
49 | |
56 | |
62 | |
68 | |
83 | |
88 | |
92 | |
103 | |
111 | |
121 | |
195 | |
269 | |
287 | |
298 | |
316 | |
322 | |
330 | |
342 | |
349 | |
361 | |
369 | |
380 | |
411 | |
604 | |
617 | |
625 | |
636 | |
649 | |
660 | |
669 | |
685 | |
694 | |
701 | |
713 | |
738 | |
746 | |
753 | |
765 | |
772 | |
789 | |
799 | |
817 | |
837 | |
Другие издания - Просмотреть все
Часто встречающиеся слова и выражения
appeared arms August beautiful Bill brow Brown Bess Brummagem called character child Church Corn Laws cried dark daughter duties Earl Edinburgh England evil existing eyes face fallacies favour fear feeling give Government Greysteel haberdasher hand happy Haverfield head heart honour Hookey House of Commons Ireland Irish John labour Lady late less light London looked Lord Lord Althorp Lord Hill matter means ment mind Ministers nation nature never night noble o'er October opinion Parliament party persons poem poet political poor present Prince racter Raymond Reform reformed Parliament rose Rousseau Scotland Semichorus September shew sinecure Sir John Byng society soul speak spirit Squire stood Street sweet taxes thee thing thou thought tion tithes Tory Toulouse trade truth turned voice Whigs whole wife word young
Популярные отрывки
Стр. 332 - That orbed maiden with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the Moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, Which only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees...
Стр. 331 - The sanguine sunrise, with his meteor eyes, And his burning plumes outspread, Leaps on the back of my sailing rack, When the morning star shines dead.
Стр. 332 - I am the daughter of Earth and Water, And the nursling of the Sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare. And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.
Стр. 331 - I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast ; And all the night 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast.
Стр. 29 - Again, when the wicked man turneth away from his wickedness that he hath committed, and doeth that which is lawful and right, he shall save his soul alive.
Стр. 331 - I BRING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams ; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Стр. 341 - And our singing shall build In the void's loose field A world for the Spirit of Wisdom to wield; We will take our plan From the new world of man, And our work shall be called the Promethean.
Стр. 333 - Oh, lift me from the grass! I die, I faint, I fail! Let thy love in kisses rain On my lips and eyelids pale. My cheek is cold and white, alas! My heart beats loud and fast; Oh, press it close to thine again, Where it will break at last!
Стр. 333 - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright...
Стр. 102 - Fold their beams round the hearts of those that love, These twine their tendrils with the wedded boughs Uniting their close union ; the woven leaves Make net-work of the dark blue light of day, And the night's noontide clearness, mutable As shapes in the weird clouds. Soft mossy lawns Beneath these canopies extend their swells, Fragrant with perfumed herbs, and eyed with blooms Minute, yet beautiful.